This is one of the disadvantages of wine: it makes a man mistake words for thought.
Queen of sleazy bars
Let me say this about that.
Part of what makes a great sleazy bar is the cross-cultural, mixed bag, mongrel ethnicity of it’s patrons. It is, at the same time, the best and worst examples of the human species. If it is true that the patrons of “Genevieve’s Bar” in Singapore were made in God’s own image, then judgement day is going to be a really interesting affair. Read more »
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 »
The exact address I am not sure about, it is one of the small side streets starting from "calle Assaonadors", very near "Calle Princesa". Just ask any "night-type" person you see walking around in that neighbourhood, and he or she will know. The club can only be recognized from the outside by its grey door on which you have to knock and then wait until they let you in. Read more »
A "Birra Bed" means Beer House in Amharic and there are plenty in Piazza, Addis. Just ask someone on the street and they will bring you there. The most birrabeds stay open till the last customer leaves or open up if the first arrives (just bang the door). Beer and local spirits are cheap and service always with a smile.
If everything is closed and you're a little desperate you can go to San Francisco at the famous Zeedijk (red light district).
It's a bar/dancing, the beers are too small and too expensive, the "broodje bal" is good, the atmosphere is often not very friendly, especially if you bring your girlfriend.
They close late, though.
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.
Mambo bar is one of the hottest places in Tamarindo. Good cheap booze. Lots of very fine women. And it is well known for all the drugs you can get there. Since Costa Rica is near Colombia the quality of the blow is very high. Fridaynight is the night to be. Closing time is subjective to the amount of people, in other words the amount of liquor still being ordered. On other nights you will find the local drunks to talk to. You will find Mambo Bar at the end of the main road in the town circle.
Where do we begin. Beer warmer than the pasturization process, ugly bartenders, crappy food. Stay away from this one! The occasional cockroach in your food will cost extra here. Sand volleyball outside gives the floor a "scroungy beach look". More grease on the walls & salt shakers than the french fries.
The owner is HUGE, he must weigh 400lbs, hilarious to watch walking around and eating all of the time! The "No-tell" motel next door provides housing for many toothless strippers, not to mention homeless and plumbers crack construction workers. I think they even accept food stamps at the bar.
Check this one out for a good laugh.
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 »
Not only is this bar the only true bar in town, it is also the home to a house band called "Beer In Cleavage," which play for special events including New Years and St. Patrick's Day _ (yes, there is some Irish heritage there, but Chester isn't South Boston).
Sue is the owner, and her son Heath often takes the helm.
Feel free to parttake in a game of pool on the one table or air hockey while listening to the classics on the jukebox including "Pour Some Sugar on Me," "Barricuda," and for the modern palatte, "Mama I'm Coming Home." Read more »
Don not know the exact number, but it is behind a grey door ...
They have a jukebox on which you can select videoclips.
Open till late.
Post-scriptum: The above is rather an understatement. It is (or at least was ) the sleaziest bar I have ever been in, in Barcelona. It is a meeting point of all kinds of criminals: ranging from street thugs, to pimps, to east european maffia. It has quite a ominous atmosphere (think David Lynch), and while it's a good place when you still want more beer, it's not the place to make new friends (in whatever meaning of that phrase).
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.
When I arrived 12 years ago in Boulder Colorado, on the first night in town I asked somebody in the street for the sleaziest bar in town. I went there and never left! For 2 1/2 years i was a regular of this absolutely sleazy bar, and i have a lot of stories, which i won't recount here. I am still a proud owner of a '10 years Sundown Saloon' t-shirt.
From what i have heard nowadays you are not even allowed to smoke a cigarette in the streets of Boulder anymore. The Sundown is where all the local smokers gather, because this is the only bar where they allow you to (illegally) smoke a cigarette. Read more »