I know I'm drinking myself to a slow death, but then I'm in no hurry.
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 »
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 »
Only beers on tap are Bud and Bud Lite. Actually only Bud since the Bud Lite tap handle is just to fool the "ladies". Food is served only on St. Patrick's day and then only corned beef.
Largest purveyor of Jagermeister in the Rockland county. Only one of the bartenders drank it all and there were no receipts for it.
Patrons include old men and a group of people known as the Jackson Whites (a group of hillbillies of dubious racial origins in-bred since the American Revolution).
Village of Suffern mentioned on "Sex in the City", when the proprietor was interviewed about the episode for a newspaper article he stated that the girls from SITC would not like his place since a "Cosmopolitan" has never been served there. Read more »
A real dive that only slighty improved from its former life as Pete's Bar. It is a family run business in the worst section of town. The former owner of Pete's Bar bought a dump just down the street perpetuating the sleazy bars of Easton.
Deep under the surface of Portland lies the famous Geno's. The only way in is through a black door and down a narrow flight of stairs. Once down there, there is no escape, no help, as your cell phone has no service. A band will be playing loud punk music, ideally. The beer is no frills. The mixed drinks are strong. The bartender is trashed.
The lady's room has seen some action. The green room has seen more.
The most famous true tale of Geno's is GG Allen took a shit on the stage, and Geno himself kicked him out.
Dili is quite a backwater and the Hotel Esplanada helps a lot. Hotel Esplanada is a two story building with the entire top floor an open air bar. That is better than it sounds since local mosquitos carry dengue fever and malaria so bring your repellant. Still, its a great place to see the expat community and UN workers. The Hotel Espalanada is one the waterfront in Dili, not too far from the Korean Embassy. There are no identifiable street numbers there nor many street names so this will have to do. The sea view is worth it and the company is great.
Johnny Volt says check it out.
"The Strath" (as it's popularly known) is a real throwback to those sleazy bars of yesteryear. The decor is strictly 1973 (or even 1962).
Kind of like a real life Moe's Tavern, or a dive from Rod Filbrandt's "Dry Shave" come to life. Pickled eggs, watery beer, and the clientele is predominantly a) kids who are *just* legal and b) old men who show up at 11 am to start drinking. That being said, they don't play loud, shitty music and you can actually have a conversation there - if you can stand the sleaze.
There is also the Drunk Of The Night to avoid, a guy who will horn in on your conversation from the next table and try to become your new best friend. So, while definitely sleazy, The Strath is not without its charms.
I've been here a few times after going out in Tivoli. It's a place you can never remember going to and maybe it's better that way. It strangely crowded at 5 o'clock in the morning with all diehard drinkers....And that's all there is to it. They still have drinks even when the rest is closed.
Pool, Kareoke, Dancing, Darts and fine fried food.
All this and some of the biggest bitches waiting to get laid by drunk construction works everywhere.
Odd crowd. Some nights it is secrataries night out, others a lesbian crowd, always plenty of trashy folks and plenty of high priced, strong as hell drinks.