First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.
Located near the campus of the University of Chicago, in the Hyde Park neighborhood of Chicago, The Cove is often filled with the same collection of human pickles from the neighborhood. Proximity to the University does create concerns about fake ID's, so be sure you're ready to flash the plastic.
Students tend to congregate on long benches in the second room, necking and fighting in the darker corners. Regulars often bring their lethargic dogs to sit alongside their master's favorite designated perch at the bar.
The washrooms can vary from clean and neat early in the evening to sticky with "I don't want to know" by the end of the night. Read more »
WOW, i can't belive this isn't on here. i swear that all this is true. the bar is a one story building/ shack that is slightly leaning foward, from what i have been told that it has been this way since the 70's and hasnt fallen yet. the inside is a half concert floor and half dirt. the barmaids are some towny sluts that have more tattoos than the average biker. The mens room has a hole in the ground to piss in. I hear that the womens room has a toliet, but nobody would even go in and check it. bikers and good old country boys only come to this bar. i know of one stabbing there and have heard of some other shaddy things going on, but i cant be sure. this place is not somewhere you go to meet a chick, unless you want to date your own sister.
This place is open from 7am to 2am everyday, although you could never tell. During lunch hour it attracts some local heroin addicts and construction workers looking to score smack and strong drinks. Otherwise, it is a good place to find sleazy hookers, a communicable disease or the occasional toothless barfly. A great bar if you like to live on the outskirts of normal, functioning society...which you obviously do or you wouldn't even know about this site.
Update: My Brother's Place has been closed for some years now.
Franks hides beneath a veneer of respectability ... a little more upmarket than the hooker-haven of The Den 100 yards away and a hop skip from Boys'n'Girls.
It is the starting point --the kicking off place-- to descend into the fleshpots of Sunlitun before the Government bulldozes them all in time for the Olympics.
It is possible to pick up the odd Yank or Russki English teacher but you are mercifully spared tourists.
Franks was our first -coming up on 20 years now - if for no other reason, it deserves its place in the sun ...great for Sunday morning Bloody Mary's!
Not only is this bar the only true bar in town, it is also the home to a house band called "Beer In Cleavage," which play for special events including New Years and St. Patrick's Day _ (yes, there is some Irish heritage there, but Chester isn't South Boston).
Sue is the owner, and her son Heath often takes the helm.
Feel free to parttake in a game of pool on the one table or air hockey while listening to the classics on the jukebox including "Pour Some Sugar on Me," "Barricuda," and for the modern palatte, "Mama I'm Coming Home." Read more »
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.
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.
Take everything you want to get rid off, but the bartender is nice. The prices are ok, and as far as I know they never close.
The audience consists of pimps, alcoholics, bored people, lost students, bandits and people like you and me.
Five Star has been serving cheap beers on Main Street in Downtown LA for decades. Downtown’s recent “revitalization” has altered the bar’s working class demographic but regulars still nurse their $2 domestics while local bands play on the stage in the back.
The last time I was there the bartender wasn’t, so one of the patrons walked around the bar and served me a pitcher of Bud Light for $6. Read more »
No windows, the same toothless drunks in there at noon as at midnight, gross mural on the exterior depicting creepy-faced buxom she-otters and sleazy he-otters merrily socializing with a pint or two, and to top it off, it's supremely dank and non-descriptly awful inside the bar.
Cheap liquor and beer are the specialties of the house.
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)
What can I say, this is one of the oldest Sleazy bars around the USA.
After 30 years without running water in the mens room they finally got it running a couple of years ago.
Also what other bar have you ever seen that has potholes in the floor. The rats actually once chewed throuh the beer tap lines.
And the Clientele? Well Kkid Row, Doctors, Lawyers, Professors, Students, Artist, Muscians, etc, all walks of life and at one time ME.
An old fishermans pub which looks over the local harbour. Good music and late drinking.
Many visitors and locals alike, but more men than women overall and some class sleazy lines to be heard. Good laugh.