You can't have a Real Country unless you have a BEER and an airline - it helps if you have some kind of a football team, or some nuclear weapons, but at the very least you need a BEER.
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.
The Green Parrot is off the main drag in Key West, so you have to walk a few extra blocks down a narrow dark street to get there. It's worth the walk.
A huge wooden parrot over the cash register requires "No Snivelling."
No paint on the outside or fancy remodeling on the inside, probably since it opened in 1890.
The barmaid is tougher than the average biker, there is no glass in the windows, and the parachute hanging over the bar is probably vintage WW II.
The tourists hit Sloppy Joe's, Ricks, or Captain Tony's, but the locals hang at the Parrot.
A Key West Ale on a hot tropical night in August goes down smooth and the Blues band on the small stage is blasting away.
It doesn't get any better than this.
Jimmy Mak's, truly a ghetto-fabulous place, especially the downstairs pool room which has a crazy ass side door entrance and bartenders on their last legs serving up basic mixers with a stiffness only a corpse could appreciate.
I love this place. The crowd is mixed and may be not as neighborhood territorial as some of the other local pubs in Portland, but makes up for it with the characters drinking their. Last trip in we saw a pregnant woman sharing a beer and smoking a cig. Did I say pregnant woman, I'm sorry I mean girl - someone barely old enough to be inside.
Pool tables are awesome and unlike most other joints, well lit and not as smoky. Oh you'll smell like a fucking ashtray but won't be blind from the smoke.
Best sleazy bar in town without naked chicks. Read more »
Berghain is a Berlin nightclub, named after its location on the border between Kreuzberg and Friedrichshain.
Philip Sherburne has described it as "quite possibly the current world capital of techno. The club is located in a former power plant in Friedrichshain, behind the Berlin Ostbahnhof railway station. Read more »
It's a very tiny place hidden in the middle of Taipei in a basement. On weekends it's busy. It's a great place to see Asians and Westerners mixed. The bar plays hip-hop music, and it used to have a reputation as being a great place to pick-up teenies determined to get popped for the first time by the big white man. Now there are a lot of pretty cheap pros. Anyway, you can drink anything and dance to the hip-hop or whatever. It is dark and too crowded. But it has been there so long, and you'll get that feeling if you stay longer than two hours. It's time to go somewhere else if the police-girls haven't accepted you by then...
Midtown is a blues/rock café in the centre of Deventer the Netherlands. It's open till around 6 o'clock in the morning.
It's a dark basement with a good apmosphere, the drinks are ok and cheap. Only the music is to loud so you must talk very hard to understand you're friends/girlfriends.
That's why only 1 star.
The Stone Lion is by far one of the best dive bars I've ever expeienced. Almost literally a hole in the wall, the bar, jukebox and 2 or 3 round tables take up almost the entire bottom floor. Luckily, there's an outdoor section and an upstairs, which is where you'll find the restrooms, dartboards, a second jukebox and the terrace. The restrooms are an experience in and of themselves. Not quite as scary as you'd expect toilets in a dive bar to be, but there's still good graffiti. From the terrace you can see the rest of downtown Chattanooga, including the Tennessee Aquarium. The jukebox has everything you could possibly want in bar music from punk and 80s rock and metal to country. They even have the Dropkick Murphies. The beer selection is pretty good too. Read more »
The Astoria Hotel may be a 'highlight' in a strip of sleazy bars, shops, residential hotels, and street corners: East Hastings.
At a convenient distance of the Carnegie Library (which is not where you borrow books) and Pigeon Park (which is not where you walk your dog), the Astoria Hotel and similar outfits in the neighbourhood provide hangouts for many people without regular places or lives to live.
A reliable source said that behind the empty bottles and so in the liquor store, there is a full-blown boxing club (I'm not sure if they follow Rule #1, so perhaps it should not be in this description?)
Although during the few days of my stay I had no time to check these out, the daily bus trip though guaranteed a wealth of choice.