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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.
Just a good ol' place for hollerin, cursin, and drinking. Some of the benefits include $1 beer day (all day on Tuesdays), and most often FREE FOOD... especially during sport events.
The food may be a whole buffet, or just a giant container of pinto beans... but hey, it's free.
You're also welcome to bring your dog... a sure sign of a real bar. So come visit!
nelson's dance palace.
wooden schack on the slopes of town down to the river. he has dancing vibes when a school bus of young students come visit the town. but mostly there are 5 local drunks at the bar with guns on them.
if it is closed just yell at the gate and tell them you are william from holland. he will open up and turn some lights on, beware you will be paying for all the beers served!!!
no sweat!! there is no cover charge!!!
This place was established during the gold rush and in the 70's & 80's the bathrooms looked (& smelled) like they could have been the originals.
In the late 1970's the bars in Nome stayed open 24/7 and the BOT almost always had a few overly refreshed patrons sleeping at the tables in the front of the saloon.
The house band in those days (I think they were "The BOT Band") had the worst sound system, etc which was all moot because the only thing the patrons needed was the back beat for scootin' around on the floor. 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.
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
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 »
From multi-millionaires to transient scum, the Rainbow has it all. The occasional good band and the always crappy karioke. It's a fact. White people cannot dance. Ya gotta love it. Puke in the johnnie crapper, all sorts of smokin', all sorts of shots, and don't forget: Peanut shells on the floor please! Break the rules and Marge (the best bartender in the West) will 86 your ass. Barely got room for the bar sized pool tables. Drop the stick, that's 50 cents. Please deposit in the black tittie mug. Have fun and watch your back.