Cock, The - The Cock has cleaned itself up considerably. Since moving to 2nd Avenue in the summer of 2005 (into the former home of The Hole), the cruise-y back room is no more, the former blind eye to smoking has had Lasik, and everything’s more expensive. Cover charge at the door is excessive and drinks are overpriced, yet the crowd (this time with more yuppies) continues to file in each night at eleven harking for the days when sleaze was still legal in Manhattan. The new Cock survives solely because of its predecessor’s reputation. The space is barren and was designed to feel too small for the crowd it houses, ensuring a constant and claustrophobic body-rubbing at all times and lending The Cock a sterile sexiness that is its primary lure. The music is loud but generally good and the rest is tolerable at best.