Somewhat curiously given it's name, the Oriental Bar has a Christmas feel with the year round kitsch colored lights strung above the many mirrors.
The bar ladies are hardly in a festive mood though, and will soon get down to business demanding drinks and then some. The toilet might have never been cleaned but let's face it, you shouldn't be going here for that.
Despite overdosing on sleaze you are likely to meet some genuinely friendly Ethiopian men. They will buy you drinks and get sloshed with you, a great time. When things do get slow head down the same road to John Bar or any of the other 50 bars in this capital of hospitable sleaze.
The darkest and dumpiest bar in Savannah, GA. Smells like piss, because the scum that hangs out there probably doesn't know how to use the delapidated bathroom. The most exotic drink they have is PBR. Owned and operated by a foul mouth Korean woman, this dive belongs on this site for sure.
Location: Bay St. at Montgomery
Allegedly the oldest gay bar west of the Mississippi, if not in the entire US, it looks and smells it. It opened circa 1949 and was once Salt Lake City’s best (and maybe only) jazz bar, playing host to Dizzy Gillespie and Louis Armstrong in its glory days; The Radio City Lounge slowly became a gay watering place and by the early 1960’s was solidly gay.
Old timers will tell you how elegant the bar once was, with gold lame curtains and deep banquettes. Now it carries an (ahem) atmosphere all its own. The sprayed ceiling is the color of overused motor oil and 55 years of cigarette smoke has drawn interesting patterns down the wall. Read more »
Late night place
adress i dont know but it is in travel guides so you will be able to find it.
hardcore communists are regulars buy their newspaper..... hillarious comments on bush and terror and worldmarkets etc etc
coco who runs this joint with his two sisters involved if he is away are fun to talk to the police walks in sometimes but coco's has a way to deal with them... don't ask me but the place never closed down before he was ready to go... and not the police who told hime to do it!!!
plus... you can always grab a 6-pack to party on somewhere else
if downtown everything closes down you will have to go to the "carretera" the main road to managua.
thats where the disco's are and of course some sleazy bar.
take the road from hotel europa (which is not the main entrance to town) and ON THE WAY TO the "carretera" is on your left hand a "cantina" i forgot the name(excuse me but it was late already)
regular "ranchero's"blaring from the stereo but the funny thing was a ditch all around the place, i mean also under your feet if you sit at the bar!!!!
so obvious to say there is no other toilets in this place!!!
keep one thing in mind. if you have to vomit... the locals turn around and vomit against the wall
because the evangelist mayor of antigua closes all bars in this town before midnight.... try 1 mile walk on avenida 4 in southersn direction.
if you hit the last block you are at the female jail in town go left and cross parque san francisco one more block south and you hit the asphalt road... CITY LIMIT..you now enter jocotenango
follow the road on tour left hand side and then a couple of blocks on this road you will find "night chica's".
the place is what you expect it to be.but if you come there three nights in a row the girls know you and don't offer their services to you any more..
not that you want to anyway because most of them are 6 month's pregnant and have two teeth.
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great place about 6 blocks from the back of the cathedral on the "zocalo"
if is still open because i would guess that the owner drunk himself to death, crazy frenchman who has a great punk/rock collection
every beer you buy, you trough a 1 peso piece in the tip bucket in the corner of the bar- hard to miss its pretty big- and you get a free mezcal if the coin hits the metal. don't use your last 10 peso piece because needless to say you WILL need a taxi to get back to your hotel!!!
Upon entering the FunHog Ranch, you become aware in a matter of seconds that the owners are from Iowa. This is a good thing. If only for the Pork Tenderloin Sandwich.
The FunHog sits between the Las Vegas Strip to the west, and the "Hood" directly to the east. Status means nothing once inside. You could be a boss on the strip, but you are just a "Hog" within those four walls. There is no black, white, brown, or yellow skin. There is no straight or gay. Just "Hog".
Business owners, Dr's, Lawyers, crack whores, street bums, secretaries, dancers, constuction, coaches, politico's. Just "Hog". Read more »
The hotel bar itself is dark and the're lots and lots of people.
Most of the bars in Bangkok close at 2 o'clock except this is a hotel with a bar for customers of the hotel, but you can enter it. Usally it's open untill around 5 o'clock in the morning. The drinks are good especially the Singha beer. And when you're tired of drinking you can crash in one of the hotelrooms above you with or without someone you picked up in the hotel bar.
Located at 532 Ninth Ave. (Midtown West) Between 39th and 40th Sts. Wow. I didn't know this place still existed in the new New York City. I had to meet my friend in the area and I wanted to go to a bar. I looked this up on the Internet and thought it was safe enough. I ended up being 20 minutes late. I found my friend at the bar sipping from a bottle of Budweiser(yech) while slowly but noticebaly giving sidelong glances to the barflies.
There was this woman in her 50's, noticably drunk and just yelling to herself as she walked up and down the bar. Sometimes she would get a response from the bartender or apparently some regulars at the end of the bar. It was hard to say. 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 »
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.
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.
The paradise is actualy a cafetaria.
But if you know the owner it's a bar,illegal casino and a whore house.
After the cafetaria closes the blinds go blind and the bottles are open and the cards are on the table. The scent of money is in the air. If you are new you'll lose all your money. It's also very wise to keep your mouth shut the first few times you are there. It's closed for a few months now due to a stupid law against illegal gambling, selling women, and other stuff what daylight is not allowed to see.
We talked to the owner and he promisd us to reopen again in june 2003. If you want to go there contact Deventer people first.
See you there!
Update: this place probably never opened again.