It was a woman who drove me to drink and I never got the chance to thank her.
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 »
From the outside this heavy metal bar kind of looks intimidating. I opened the door ready to meet some real hard rockers, and some loud music. Little of that really. This crowd is mixed, consisting of a lot of foreignors. In between, I encountered some local rockers and some alternative punkers. The interior is dark, some weird sculptures on the walls, a pool table, and a table for the regulars. Read more »
Berghain is a Berlin nightclub, named after its location on the border between Kreuzberg and Friedrichshain.
Philip Sherburne has described it as "quite possibly the current world capital of techno. The club is located in a former power plant in Friedrichshain, behind the Berlin Ostbahnhof railway station. Read more »
Daniel's Bar and Grill has widely been known to University of Cincinnati students (mostly underage) as the greatest bar to go and find a drink without having to worry about getting carded. Although students are able to get a drink, you have to be careful of the smoke, patrons, but not the food. Daniel's has pretty good food for a sleazybar, but you will notice those patrons who rarely leave and if they do it's only so that theire significant others don't report them missing (as if they'd care enough). When in Cincinnati, you have to at least stop by Daniel's to soke up that atmosphere that only can be described as a sleazybar.
Cheap beer (for Norwegian standards...) and thus adequately sleazy surroundings and clients. A nice jukebox to lift the mood once in a while. Note the ceiling.
An old friend of mine lived across the street from this place and refused to go in.
So when I visited I dragged him in after a Widespread Panic show, LATE NIGHT.
Keep in mind, this place usually does not open until around midnight, and really gets hoppin' around 6-7am. S-n-J's is located in Uptown on Oak off of Carollton.
Most cab drivers don't even know where it is and it is primarily a local's joint. It's a tiny, ramshackle looking place with a very large south pacific man minding the door. Once you enter, it is a low ceiling and candle light only.
Drinks are cheap and poured stiff. Read more »
Unpretentious neighborhhod bar. Great cheap steak specials for around $10, served by a waitress who calls you "hon".
Hearsay, but from a trusted source, and with a website promoting the place through reviews such as "The crowded tables will be full of half-filled pitchers of draft beer, and the air will be layered with a smoky haze." and Everything is covered in a layer of grime and ashes.
This is not a case of bad housekeeping; this is character. This is the real deal.
It's at 379 Spadina, about a block south from College.
Sleazy, smoke-filled, mullet-infested den of white trash metalheads and home to the single worst jukebox on the planet. Only a few beers available, Coors, MGD, Budweiser, Sierra Nevada, Red Hook, the like, but an excellent attitude and selection when it comes to hard liquour. Fights are rarely broken up, the pool cues are replaced weekly, and the floor has had the same sawdust since '77. A great place to go and get piss-drunk after a hard day of socially responsible behaviour. Note that the ROundup has a maximum capacity of about 100 people.
An excellent all-around sleazepit, with a lovely anonymous atmosphere, comparatively cheap prices, and that 'I do believe that large trucker over there is eyeballing my ass' feeling that makes American bars what they are.
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.