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 »
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.
Long long time ago you had the so-called Combat Zone in Boston's chinatown.
Somehow it did not all get zapped by
prurient city administrators who may have been among the
patrons at this it-s-all-in-your-face-naked-ba
The Glass Slipper was spotted on a side alley on a very
rainy night. The room is long and narrow and as you enter from
the side you will be surprised by the glorious vistas awaiting just around the corner. We particularly liked the no-cover-charge, no-id, no-question-asked door policy that conveniently cut the foreplay short and gave our quivering senses an eyefull. Read more »
Truly a cacophony of bad taste and ugly people unmatched in a town where waistlines rarely find an end. And best of all, all the skankiness of the joint is doubled by the live karaoke going on.
You'll marvel as women the size of Mack trucks sludge their way to the mic as it Jabba the Hut was on the run. Some even have fine voices, but that is the same as telling a 400 lbs woman she has pretty hair...but she's still fat. Worth a trip to see trashy folks drunk off their asses and finding their one piece of glory in their live on their Saturday night...singing for the crowd at the Hi Hat.
Oh yeah, and the drinks are stiff as shit and cheap as hell.
If you ever enter Guyana, and I suppose you never will, this sleazy bar I recommend to visit.
The Sheriff is located on Sheriff street in Georgetown. It is not the safest place in Georgetown, but if you have a big mouth and some common sense, you'll have an ok time. A couple of years ago, a research pointed out that approximately 90% of all males and females in Sherif street 'got hit by the big truck' (HIV-positive). So if a beautiful girl asks for a drink, be ware, they are never what they seem. Read more »
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 »
This place stinks, overpriced, open 24hr a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year (yes, including all holidays)
Located under a strip joint. Used to be a chinese restaurant (explains the name?)
Crowded with local drunks- BUT- since it never closes, sometimes have "common people" as guests when everything else is closed.
Actually, the 'l' in the name is a Polish l-with-dash, pronounced like a 'w'. It's Polish for "under the mistletoe", which is hanging from the ceiling. In the summer, there's also place to sit outside, next to the separate toilet house, to escape the smokey room. Inside, you usually sit on a log of wood, great to break your back over a wodka or beer, and there's only candles to light the place.
It's in one of the courts off Ul. Florianska 20, the busy shopping street in the center of Krakow.