It was my Uncle George who discovered that alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical 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.
From multi-millionaires to transient scum, the Rainbow has it all. The occasional good band and the always crappy karioke. It's a fact. White people cannot dance. Ya gotta love it. Puke in the johnnie crapper, all sorts of smokin', all sorts of shots, and don't forget: Peanut shells on the floor please! Break the rules and Marge (the best bartender in the West) will 86 your ass. Barely got room for the bar sized pool tables. Drop the stick, that's 50 cents. Please deposit in the black tittie mug. Have fun and watch your back.
SLEAZY! "Located in the Gelkingestraat near "de Grote Markt".
Black tape on the windows to avoid people to be able to see what's happening inside(?)
The place is packed with a mix of carribean drugdealers, carribean girls, white trash on drugs and white sluts on coke who will talk your ears of.
If you want to have sex with one of them just ask directly. Always people on the toilet sniffing coke, but sometimes they are really polite and will ask you: "You don't mind, do you?"
'De Klok' is a pub with a distinctive fifties-like character where you can meet all kinds of people, from the lowlife loser-kind (like me) to the highly educated and intelligent one's.
They've all got the same objective though: getting plastered...
The drinks are relatively cheap, and during the weekends you can go on 'til deep in the after hours (most of the time, huhuh).
One of the worst places to go on weekends always a fight and you seldom get get your change back from whoever's behind the bar since they often have their freinds working with them that's if it's not swiped by the trash that floats in and their regulars.
Other than that it's a sleazebags paradise drunk chicks both behind and in front of the bar drug use at times fights and ripoffs and if the local women expecialy the ones behind the bar like you anyother gal that so much as even sits next to you will be ran out.
And don't be surprised if you pay $25.00 or more for a $2.75 drink or a $1.00 draft becuase that usualy means you were just volunteered to buy their buddies a drink and are just asking for a thumpin. Read more »
The artistic and cultural roots of Ruigoord go back to the early sixties. Late sixties rolled a wave of innovation over the Western world. This movement became known as the student movement and the hippie and flower power movement.
It was the time of the power to the imagination.
Netherlands had its own local precursors into the Provo movement and the Amsterdam scene artists.
Provo and related groups such as Deskundologisch Laboratory, Insect sect, and the Amsterdam Balloon Company argued since the early sixties artistic and entertaining manner the major social issues of the time at issue. Read more »
The King Cheese of Sleaze?
Ah yes, for many a generation the Commercial Hotel, aka Blues on Whyte has been catering to some of the sleaziest people in Edmonton.
From their vomit-encrusted front sidewalk down to the unnaturally wet floors in the bathroom, I have yet to have the courage to set foot in a bar scuzzier than this.
I know that there's some bars downtown that just scream class with their "no knives" signs, but if ya want sleaze that's at least tolerable, the Commercial's the place to go.
I call it sleaze for the masses. Gotta love them bikers and the plethora of mullets that can be seen! Not to mention that it's open really, really late.
Plus, the glasses are dirt-ay, but do ya have a problem with that punk, do ya???