One reason I don't drink is that I want to know when I am having a good time.
The Windsor can have a sketchy crowd but it often has excellent bands. Watch out for a band that you might enjoy. It's the kind of place that white people only enter if they are a group of brave or cazy, already-drunk, roided-up, college bros on a dare. The place is physically in such an alarming state of disrepair, you marvel at the fact that it is allowed to remain open at all. Read more »
Five Star has been serving cheap beers on Main Street in Downtown LA for decades. Downtown’s recent “revitalization” has altered the bar’s working class demographic but regulars still nurse their $2 domestics while local bands play on the stage in the back.
The last time I was there the bartender wasn’t, so one of the patrons walked around the bar and served me a pitcher of Bud Light for $6. Read more »
This is a bar you only pay a visit in case everything else is closed, and your beer muscle is calling steadily.
Just let us tell you about a night Pete and Fabio were on a mission (again). We tried to convince this bar girl of this standard no-fun-at all-Irish-bar O'Donnel's around the corner to keep her bar open (and taught her how to serve an "amsterdammertje") but she turned out to be a party-pooper. Fortunally, her colleague (let's call him Dwight) showed more balls and escorted us to the place where you don't want to be found dead: de Mazzeltof. Read more »
Let me say this about that.
A year or so ago, I wrote a series of blogs extolling the virtues of one of my favorite subjects - ‘Sleazy Bars’. Hanging out in a sleazy bar is like hands-on research for all the evils you hear about when you go to church. In fact, it is rumored that Moses did not receive the 10 Commandments from God during a little mountain-climbing expedition to Mount Sinai, but assembled these moral imperatives from notes taken while slamming tequila shots in a sleazy bar. Read more »
The last time I visited this place it turned out that the name was changed to the owner's name but I forgot his name ;-)
Not really important cause it's still the same old dark, smokey shithole you're looking for after hours.
The atmosphere really depends on what night you come in, could be lost drunk students, or coke sniffing criminals having a party. Read more »
On the Rocks is the only way to drink your whiskey!
It's located in the centre of Deventer's very own 'the brink'.
Inside ont he rocks you will find a lot of prostitutes and the whiskey comes with a nice live rockband.
And if you want a good fight, pop a few rounds or want to get popped, only act if you are the man and you will get it.
Shag carpet. Vinyl booths. Forty years of stale beer. Faux wood bar. Cheesy walnut paneling on the walls. Drains in the floors of the restrooms. Pickups pulling shit-filled cattle trailers parked at the curb. Need I say more...
This one has regrettably been given a make over, but here's how it was:Variety, according to my dictionary, is a collection of unlike things. In its theatrical use, the word means entertainment - a series of short unrelated performances or acts. The Spice of Life public house in Cambridge Circus in the late 1980's was all of these, and more. Perhaps its location so close to Andrew Lloyd Webber's Palace Theatre had some significance. The performers in "The Spice" as it was known had no professional status. They were amateurs in the plainest sense of the word. Wide eyed, they were there against all odds, out of time, out of place and, to the casual observer, well out of order.
To the passing glance, The Spice was the sort of pub you would never go into for fear of catching something. Outside, its bilious green paint and shabby peeling walls, with grimy curtains hanging from their rails and front door that looked as if it had been kicked open and shut mercilessly for years were enough to deter the casual tourist. Read more »
Blue Gator Saloon is a hangout for shipyard and offshore workers at the Port of Iberia in New Iberia,Louisiana
The beer is stored in portable coolers, the jukebox only has one volume setting,(high),the building is basically a shack with fake wood paneling adorning the walls. The restrooms can be used as a replacement for capital punishment.
Longneck bottles of beer are considered a top shelf extravagance. Two pool tables keep patrons entertained whether they are playing or just watching the action. The bar tender lives next to the bar in an old mobile home, and if you are a regular and need a little hair of the dog, you can knock on his door early in the morning and he'll open the bar for you.
Bimini’s second sleaziest bar
Let me say this about that.
With apologies to Humphrey Bogart “Of all the bars in all the world …… ” give me the sleazy ones (that last part was mine). Sleazy bars are home to a rare breed of animal that is comfortable with who they are, have no desire to change their station in life, good or bad, and are some of the most real people God ever put on this good earth. Sitting on adjacent bar stools in these establishments are millionaires, crooks, bums, homeless, movie stars, fishermen, politicians, and all manner of folk famous and infamous. But in a great sleazy bar, you can’t tell one from another. Such a place was The Compleat Angler located on Bimini Island in the Bahamas. Read more »
This place is open from 7am to 2am everyday, although you could never tell. During lunch hour it attracts some local heroin addicts and construction workers looking to score smack and strong drinks. Otherwise, it is a good place to find sleazy hookers, a communicable disease or the occasional toothless barfly. A great bar if you like to live on the outskirts of normal, functioning society...which you obviously do or you wouldn't even know about this site.
Update: My Brother's Place has been closed for some years now.
When all other bars in Brasov are closing or running empty it's time to ask a taxidriver to bring you to the No Problem.
There are two ways of looking at this club. Romanians will think it's a place where the young, new rich are showing of their wealth. For a Western European (male!) it's a place where gorgeous young barely dressed chicks are dancing on the tables. This is surely a 'meatmarket' aiming for the upper segment.
Another good thing: you can order half liter cans of the local Ursus beer, while in most of the trendy bars and pubs you are fucked with an expensive Heiniken or Tuborg.