Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
My friend Phil and I are always on the lookout for sleazy bars - it's a hobby, even though we're not gay. On a visit to Dublin we visited a very special pub in a fairly central location. Dublin is a strange city...On leaving Connelly Station, right in the heart of the city we walked for two minutes and found ourselves in a barren housing estate with youths riding huge horses bareback around the blocks of flats. After such a long walk we felt we needed a drink, so popped into a pub. Read more »
"The Strath" (as it's popularly known) is a real throwback to those sleazy bars of yesteryear. The decor is strictly 1973 (or even 1962).
Kind of like a real life Moe's Tavern, or a dive from Rod Filbrandt's "Dry Shave" come to life. Pickled eggs, watery beer, and the clientele is predominantly a) kids who are *just* legal and b) old men who show up at 11 am to start drinking. That being said, they don't play loud, shitty music and you can actually have a conversation there - if you can stand the sleaze.
There is also the Drunk Of The Night to avoid, a guy who will horn in on your conversation from the next table and try to become your new best friend. So, while definitely sleazy, The Strath is not without its charms.
A rich beer and smoke smell permeates the very fabric of this notorious dive. Drugged wildlife add to the charm, whilst the low light levels and ugly bar fittings enhance the incredible ambiance of this historic boozer cum music venue. The threadbare carpet with requisite gaffer tape and butts is just as expected, the beer is cold and the music is hot. And the beach is close if you need to sleep off your hangover. Even some of the local sleazebags avoid this place because it is just too sleazy! The beautiful building is of great historic and cultural significance.
The URL below is not their official website, but close.
The place used to be an underground bowling alley, but is now rebuild into a bar which explain it's oblong shape.
The lighting and toilets is as bad as you can expect from a sleazy bar.
It's worth a visit...
Dili is quite a backwater and the Hotel Esplanada helps a lot. Hotel Esplanada is a two story building with the entire top floor an open air bar. That is better than it sounds since local mosquitos carry dengue fever and malaria so bring your repellant. Still, its a great place to see the expat community and UN workers. The Hotel Espalanada is one the waterfront in Dili, not too far from the Korean Embassy. There are no identifiable street numbers there nor many street names so this will have to do. The sea view is worth it and the company is great.
Johnny Volt says check it out.
Putrid toilets usually. Loud off-key caterwauling from drunken patrons attempting Karioke on some nights. Also have live bands occasionally.
The best music is usually found on the jukebox. Talent Scouts from Nashville occasionally frequent here, but usually on nights when the bikers & their wannabes are sparse. I don't recommend any food here. Be forewarned = you take your chances of joining the "Disease of the Month Club" if you take home an easy free pickup partner from here.
I remember my dad taking me there when I was little and he place is exactly the same. Bill's bar hasn't changed in almost 35 years. Two stinky bathrooms, no food, beer can sculptures behind the bar.
The patrons (and that being kind) are a mix of druggies, drunks and derilicts.
The place usally closes around 5 am and opens around 11am. There was one time when one of the drunks had his head down on the bar, they thought he was sleeping, when they went to wake him they found that he was dead! He had been there for a couple of hours and no one noticed. The beer on tap is cheap and cold, and the bartenders friendly. A great place for people watching.
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 »
In the south of Hungary is a very small city called Szigetvar and somewhere there you'll maybe find the gypsy bar Magasles.
It is run by a very friendly lady called Eva and if you're lucky a very old gypsy will play the violin - like, all night long. And the nights are long in this place.
Be sure to know enough hungarian to order a beer (Sör), wine ("bor") or the locally brewed palinka (if you like a glass of glue) because it's the only language spoken there.
No dogs allowed (except mine).
Great little sleazy bar with live blues music. The roof leaks, the bathroom stinks, but what cold beer and great greasy hamburgers. One of the bartenders, Kiki, weighs about 300 lbs and looks like she washed her hair sometime last year wants you to do body shots with her.
Recommended by "friends who know", located at 3831 St-Laurent, a place with loads of regulars, and more alcohol per dollar than in many other places around the area. Quoting from another review (see link) and confirmed by the "friends who know", "Melissa Auf Der Maur of Smashing Pumpkins and Rufus Wainwright were both regulars when they lived here."
This place has been visited by me and my girlfriend in 1999. The small cafe is situated in what you might call an alley rather than a street, and has a little terras of aproximately two to three tables. You can find the bar close to the river Douro in the area called Ribeira, which is the centre of the touristical city. With your back to the city, you take the last street on your right from the main square along the riverbank (Praca da Ribeira). This street has a shallow slope, and after several tens of meters you can find the Ribeirinha. Read more »
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.
Oh man... What a dive...
Located at 2026 W El Camino Real in Mountain View (between Escuela and Rengstorff), this place has been a dive for years. Carpets that were new when Carter was prez, this bar don't serve blended drinks or any food to speak of (just dogs and nasty chili). It has that 'early American wherehouse' motiff to it.
They don't care if you smoke in the bar. Most of the people in it are either long-time regulars or local immigrant Hispanics (everyone gets along fine). On many nights, some/many skanky-ass women hang there, but you'll also find many youngsters who tend/wait at area restaurants, too, in for a post-shift drink. Most of the bartenders pour strong drinks and some are fond of throwing their regulars quite a lot of freebies. Read more »