The King Cheese of Sleaze?
Ah yes, for many a generation the Commercial Hotel, aka Blues on Whyte has been catering to some of the sleaziest people in Edmonton.
From their vomit-encrusted front sidewalk down to the unnaturally wet floors in the bathroom, I have yet to have the courage to set foot in a bar scuzzier than this.
I know that there's some bars downtown that just scream class with their "no knives" signs, but if ya want sleaze that's at least tolerable, the Commercial's the place to go.
I call it sleaze for the masses. Gotta love them bikers and the plethora of mullets that can be seen! Not to mention that it's open really, really late.
Plus, the glasses are dirt-ay, but do ya have a problem with that punk, do ya???
The Sindrome (connected to the Spotted Dog in Willesden Green)
Hmmm, sticky floors, loud (deafening) music, a lot of it live bands, over priced beer when all the other pubs are closed. You've got to love it. Thing is, if you can get out of there with out at least a snog, let alone a warm breast to lay the night on then you must make Quasimodo look pretty.
This one has regrettably been given a make over, but here's how it was:Variety, according to my dictionary, is a collection of unlike things. In its theatrical use, the word means entertainment - a series of short unrelated performances or acts. The Spice of Life public house in Cambridge Circus in the late 1980's was all of these, and more. Perhaps its location so close to Andrew Lloyd Webber's Palace Theatre had some significance. The performers in "The Spice" as it was known had no professional status. They were amateurs in the plainest sense of the word. Wide eyed, they were there against all odds, out of time, out of place and, to the casual observer, well out of order.
To the passing glance, The Spice was the sort of pub you would never go into for fear of catching something. Outside, its bilious green paint and shabby peeling walls, with grimy curtains hanging from their rails and front door that looked as if it had been kicked open and shut mercilessly for years were enough to deter the casual tourist. Read more »
One of the top sleazy bars going. Serves Pabst cans for $1.75, and this is Manhattan! You can also find PBR on tap!Its on the corner of 14th and 9th.
The scantily-clad, gorgeous bartenders will do shots with the patrons, when they're not hosing each other down with soda water. They will also pour liquor down your throat while standing on the bar.
I almost hate to put this review in, because now its going to be more packed than usual, but it deserves the credit. This is the top place in the city, bar none.
Plywood floors, hasn't been painted in 30 years. Duck taped barstools, never been cleaned, serves microwave popcorn, hot dogs (without a bun) and oodles of noodles. The men's bathroom is a small closet with just a urinal inside. Someone puked in the urinal and it was promptly painted over.
I need to travel again... explaining the concept of 'sleazy bars' evokes too many interesting places from the dark corners of my friends' memories. And of the cities they come from.
Airport, Am Dobben 70, Bremen. Opens at 11 at night. Beware, they already close around 5 am during the week, but in the weekends you can be surprised by how light it actually is when you get out, even in the winter. And the fresh air...!
Other places in Bremen on their way, once the memory of my friend is restored sufficiently to allow others to actually try and find the place. ("It's somewhere on a crossroads.")
Hearsay, but from a trusted source, and with a website promoting the place through reviews such as "The crowded tables will be full of half-filled pitchers of draft beer, and the air will be layered with a smoky haze." and Everything is covered in a layer of grime and ashes.
This is not a case of bad housekeeping; this is character. This is the real deal.
It's at 379 Spadina, about a block south from College.
The paradise is actualy a cafetaria.
But if you know the owner it's a bar,illegal casino and a whore house.
After the cafetaria closes the blinds go blind and the bottles are open and the cards are on the table. The scent of money is in the air. If you are new you'll lose all your money. It's also very wise to keep your mouth shut the first few times you are there. It's closed for a few months now due to a stupid law against illegal gambling, selling women, and other stuff what daylight is not allowed to see.
We talked to the owner and he promisd us to reopen again in june 2003. If you want to go there contact Deventer people first.
See you there!
Update: this place probably never opened again.
The exact address I am not sure about, it is one of the small side streets starting from "calle Assaonadors", very near "Calle Princesa". Just ask any "night-type" person you see walking around in that neighbourhood, and he or she will know. The club can only be recognized from the outside by its grey door on which you have to knock and then wait until they let you in. Read more »
In my opinion IMO is definitely the sleaziest in the northwestern part of italy. On the outside it appears to
be a cheap wine retailer on a dark, non-descriptive square
in a degraded part of town, locked inside a grid of popular housing, a smelly river, a porno-theater.
Au contraire, IMO is open til late nights (sometimes) and the atmosphere is genuine. The drinks are extraordinarily cheap, service is "as is", meaning that ima (the owner's, imo, wife) will stare at you and mechanichally reach for
whatever you were drinking last. No point in asking as she appareantly will not understand and imo himself is too busy playing a game of "scopone".
Last time I checked a glass of wine was still under 20 euro cents and the collection of rare sub-brand liquors was
still intact. Read more »
The Top Hat is probably Loveland's oldest sleazy bar. The patrons got me totally wrecked in 83 on my 21st birthday by feeding me various schnappes shots, most notably root beer. Unfortunately someone had turned out the lights and I puked almost everywhere but in the toilet. The decor is mostly dark paneling and red vinyl circa 1950. They have added a stage and dance floor in the back but it is sooo dark you can barely see your drink. The 4 red lights on the wall that barely give any illumination really add to the atmosphere. The barmaid/waitress are definately nearing retirement age and will serve you when they're damn good and ready, unless you're a regular.
The Green Bar has been open twenty four hours a day, every day since 1968 and has never closed. The bartender is enclosed in a huge iron cage. To obtain a drink, one hands 18 KSh through the grill and receives one warm, 500ml bottle of Tusker Beer. (If you want a cold one ask for a 'Tusker baridi'). Read more »
Currently being considered for status as a historical site, The Coalbanks is the last traditional blue-collar establishment in a town overrun with sports bars & pretentious hangouts. Good music hits hard on the weekend, the patrons appreciate all forms of music, as long as you don't get wussy on them.
Show fear & they'll eat you alive. Staff are excellent, & they have to be in order to control the unscheduled "dancing" of some of the clientel.
Last night was a prime example, no less than 15 fights, but the staff handled it, & numerous people are now barred from entering for various lengths of time. Still, a place with character, & once you've been accepted, you've been adopted!
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 »