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 »
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
When you walk into this bar your eyes have trouble adjusting to the dark- even at night. The smoke is thick and everything is sticky. The last time I went I had to peel my arms off the bar and my pants off the stool. Not only do cockroaches thrive, but one owns the bar.
The bar owner is a really nasty individual who doesn't allow dancing and won't serve a glass of water.
This bar is top rated in skank and should, frankly, go out of business. It has none of the charm you might expect from your good ole neighborhood sleaze joint. It is a Pirate's Cove in the true sense of the word because when you leave you'll feel as if you were robbed and pilaged of your time and dignity.
Portland has a lot of bars that sell themselves as dives but a pitcher of PBR will cost you an arm and a leg.
At Bottomz Up you will pay at most $4 a pitcher and on select nights (Tues. and Thurs.) you pay $2.50. Any good sleazy bar needs some pool tables and Bottomz Up doesn't dissapoint with a few 3/4 sized tables.
There is no smoking in any bar in Maine any longer but you can be damn sure this place would thick with smoke if those dicks in power let us do our thing! The clincher for me is no white hat f*ckers dare show up and the place is owned and operated by a Vietnamese family that serves kick ass cheap noodles and other Vietnamese specialties.
Unfortunately they host karaoke night once a week and that just sucks balls (sometimes it's funny).
No worries, just a sleazy good time.
This nearly windowless neighborhood Scottish pub is located right in the heart of downtown Los Gatos and is considered by some to be the area's best dive bar. The place is popular with its customers--from bikers to college students. Those who frequent the pub are invited to bring in their own pizza, burritos, sushi and other take-out food to satisfy any hunger pangs, and when it's not crowded, they can even bring their dogs in to rest on the dark carpet. All of this adds to the atmosphere of this sleazy bar where the night owls don't emerge until the sun goes down. Things can get loud, crowded and rowdy. Read more »
A smogasboard of delightfully friendly local townies where
the faces never change over time, other than to reflect the years of alcoholism inflicted by spending all ones free time on the same barstool. A definite "must-go-to" popular spot morning, afternoon or late-night in Lake County, IL. (open: ~7am-2am)
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 »