There is absolutely nothing special about the Funhog Ranch and that, precisely, is what makes it noteworthy.
This is the kind of bar found in just about every American city or town tolerant enough to have a gay bar. It's a single room dominated by a big central bar and a few cozy booths along one wall. That's pretty much it other than the video poker, darts, and jukebox providing the entertainment. No dance floor, no DJ, no velvet rope, no VIP booths with pricey bottle service. It's just a bar.
The clientele leans toward the levi/leather variety and its appreciators, definitely skewing a little older than your average trendy nightclub and a whole lot more casual. Friendly is the watchword; the kind of place where you can strike up a conversation with the bartender or the guy sitting next to you without breaking a sweat.
Prices are rock bottom - no such thing as a $40 cover and an $8 domestic beer here. Think free and $4 at most. What a welcome change.
By the way, in case you are wondering, the Funhog Ranch was the name of the establishment before it became a gay bar. Quite frankly it makes more sense now.