The Green Bar has been open twenty four hours a day, every day since 1968 and has never closed. The bartender is enclosed in a huge iron cage. To obtain a drink, one hands 18 KSh through the grill and receives one warm, 500ml bottle of Tusker Beer. (If you want a cold one ask for a 'Tusker baridi'). 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 »
Since ages the closing times of bars in amsterdam are a complete disaster.
This is a problem for me as a part-time bartender because I like to sit down and have a nice drink in a bar after a long night of work.
Or tell my clientele where to go when I have to sweep the floor. So nightbars are a must. Read more »
Slightly after 3:00 am i stood in front of the Feuermelder. Attached to the door is a sign stating geoffnet: Ma-Sa ab 15:00, Sontag ab 13:00. Is this a joke? Or is there a thruth to it. Intrigued, i opened the sequential doors and entered. All patrons turned around instantly and stared at me. Determined, i found a place at the bar ready to order. No barman. Read more »
Berlins first club daily 24 houres open!
Placed underneath the S-bahn at Hackescher Markt, this looks like a real dive. It is said that the am to pm is a normal cafe during the day. It changes into a club as the pm progresses and the am begins to dawn. So the am to pm transforms itself two times a day. Read more »
This is not a review of a single bar, but more of an area I stumbled upon. The Reichsbahnausbesserungswerk (RAW) is the old repair terrain for the trains during the DDR reign. The area contains numerous run down buildings, and is completely covered by grafiti. No worry here if you shout your lungs out. Or try a bit of frustrated beer bottle smashing. Read more »
An old fishermans pub which looks over the local harbour. Good music and late drinking.
Many visitors and locals alike, but more men than women overall and some class sleazy lines to be heard. Good laugh.
Skanky bikers unite! I nominate The Handle Bar in Youngstown, Ohio as one sleazy bar!
This is the home of seventy five cent draft beer and washed up haggard barwenches who wear orange and black Harley Davidson inspired tank tops without the aid of a supportive undergarment!
This is one dimly lit bar, which is just as well as many of the patrons would scare the living bejeezus out of you if you encountered them in the harsh light of day. There is a nice selection of bras hanging from the ceiling as ladies are encouraged to show off their assets upon first visit! Read more »
The smell of stale beer and fresh piss assaults you as you open the door. Angry but usually immobile locals mutter menacingly from the 6 barstools. Gennesse 12 Horse Ale drips constantly out of the one tap.
Add some dangerously bad nachos and a country western jukebox out of the mid-70's and it's sheer sleaze heaven.
To enter, one has to ring the doorbell and walk up to the first floor. It's not very sleazy, but it's open till late. Of course, the later you'll arrive, the more you feel at home. The clientele is a mixture of tourists and catalans, the drinks are relatively expensive, and there used to be a waitress with long legs, leather boots, a short skirt and a skimpy shirt, but I haven't seen her the last few times I was there.
But it's open untill quite late, or did I mention that already?
In the city known for sleasy bars, El Zorro is famous for the ambiance, a pair of fairly burly gentlemen will greet you and poin the way to your table, the place is almost completely dark, after a second a girl will sit next to you and ask you to buy her a drink, if you do so, she will remover her top and let you fondle her,
Here you can get lucky for a few pesos.
The Green Parrot is off the main drag in Key West, so you have to walk a few extra blocks down a narrow dark street to get there. It's worth the walk.
A huge wooden parrot over the cash register requires "No Snivelling."
No paint on the outside or fancy remodeling on the inside, probably since it opened in 1890.
The barmaid is tougher than the average biker, there is no glass in the windows, and the parachute hanging over the bar is probably vintage WW II.
The tourists hit Sloppy Joe's, Ricks, or Captain Tony's, but the locals hang at the Parrot.
A Key West Ale on a hot tropical night in August goes down smooth and the Blues band on the small stage is blasting away.
It doesn't get any better than this.
Punks, Beatniks, Old Goths - the lot! Mix that up with a bunch of young indie kids in stripey tights, and you have one big sleaze-athon.