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 »
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 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.
Jimmy Mak's, truly a ghetto-fabulous place, especially the downstairs pool room which has a crazy ass side door entrance and bartenders on their last legs serving up basic mixers with a stiffness only a corpse could appreciate.
I love this place. The crowd is mixed and may be not as neighborhood territorial as some of the other local pubs in Portland, but makes up for it with the characters drinking their. Last trip in we saw a pregnant woman sharing a beer and smoking a cig. Did I say pregnant woman, I'm sorry I mean girl - someone barely old enough to be inside.
Pool tables are awesome and unlike most other joints, well lit and not as smoky. Oh you'll smell like a fucking ashtray but won't be blind from the smoke.
Best sleazy bar in town without naked chicks. Read more »
Stained (by what, i have no idea) cinderblock walls outline this relic from the 50's. Having undergone an uncompleted renovation between 20 and 2 years ago The Seahorse's claim to fame are its "Mullet Monday's".
Mondays have been a popular night at the tavern ever since it was socially acceptable to have a mullet, but don't tell the 30 to 40 year old staff and patrons that the short-long is out of style.
Having recently hosted a concert by metal legend Thor, this oasis in a basement regularly holds punk shows performed by folks who actually remember 1977. Read more »
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...
Putrid toilets usually. Loud off-key caterwauling from drunken patrons attempting Karioke on some nights. Also have live bands occasionally.
The best music is usually found on the jukebox. Talent Scouts from Nashville occasionally frequent here, but usually on nights when the bikers & their wannabes are sparse. I don't recommend any food here. Be forewarned = you take your chances of joining the "Disease of the Month Club" if you take home an easy free pickup partner from here.
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 »