Ah, beer, my one weakness. My achilles heel, if you will.
The End of the World Saloon
The Windsor can have a sketchy crowd but it often has excellent bands. Watch out for a band that you might enjoy. It's the kind of place that white people only enter if they are a group of brave or cazy, already-drunk, roided-up, college bros on a dare. The place is physically in such an alarming state of disrepair, you marvel at the fact that it is allowed to remain open at all. Read more »
Five Star has been serving cheap beers on Main Street in Downtown LA for decades. Downtown’s recent “revitalization” has altered the bar’s working class demographic but regulars still nurse their $2 domestics while local bands play on the stage in the back.
The last time I was there the bartender wasn’t, so one of the patrons walked around the bar and served me a pitcher of Bud Light for $6. Read more »
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 »
The Boar House is so sleazy that you can even lose respectable friends by just mentioning that you have been there, or intend going.
They serve a range of imported beers, and some cheaper local Russian beers too. There is also a range of American-style food.
If you are very unlucky, an ex-pat will corner you (and this is the favourite ex-pat bar in Moscow) and bore you to death with one of two topics: (a) "Russian women - have you noticed how they have two legs and two arms? I am so sexually aroused by them OR (b) "I hate this ********* city, my company sent me here, I am earning a huge salary but blame my complete social inadequacy and friendless status on Moscow - rather than my natural inadequacies". It is worth moving away if cornered in this way. 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 »
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.
In the center of Amsterdam you'll find The Minds which is easily associated with the punk/squat scene.
The best thing about the Minds (apart from the athmosphere) is it's closing time, although it always depends on the owner's ("Dre") mood. Be sure to be in on time because after official closing time the blinds close and you won't make a chance.
They serve dutch beer named Budels which is best consumed from the bottle -not for the taste but it looks cooler and they serve draft in those small shitty glasses.
The Minds is famous for their live bands at Queens Day (30th april).
It is open until very late.
I have only entered the bar after 4 o´clock at night, when the shutters are already partly closed.
I don´t remember much details, I do vaguely seem to remember both men and women are present and in general
the atmosphere is friendly.
As such, it is not very sleazy, but since it´s open till late I guess it deserves mentioning. Next time I´ll
try to pay more attention.
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 »
Upon passing through both doors you find yourself among the dregs of society.
Grizzled men and beat looking women line the bar and pool table.
The bathroom has the customary graffiti. Drinks are cheap and the music is a mix of rock, pop and country all somewhat dated.
You could get laid here if you dare as it is frequented by both a gay and straight crowd. I have actually witnessed a stabbing out front between two patrons one New Years Day.
Another night the bar had just closed when the barkeep stuck his head out the door and called over a hooker and banged her in a chair with the lights off.