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.
This is a great place! In the beginning of the evening Ernesto's is a Mexican restaurant, but after 22.00 it changes in a wild club. Especially during concerts the crowd goes wild, and so do the bands!! The Slackers, Jaya The Cat, The Movement, Green Hornet, The Staggers, The Paladins and The Celluloid Gurus were there before you..
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.
Daniel's Bar and Grill has widely been known to University of Cincinnati students (mostly underage) as the greatest bar to go and find a drink without having to worry about getting carded. Although students are able to get a drink, you have to be careful of the smoke, patrons, but not the food. Daniel's has pretty good food for a sleazybar, but you will notice those patrons who rarely leave and if they do it's only so that theire significant others don't report them missing (as if they'd care enough). When in Cincinnati, you have to at least stop by Daniel's to soke up that atmosphere that only can be described as a sleazybar.
The spider's web above the black door gives you the impression that you're about to enter a sleazy bar.
Once inside; Not soo sleazy afterall.
Center area with high, round "drinking" tables. On the right the bar area (easy acces), and on the left build in tables ideal for snack-attack. In the back, behind a half open wall, a nice pool-table.
Public; Canarian, friendly athmosphere
Drinks; Good price
Food; Nice Burger's
The kind of bar where you, at the end of the night, end up behind the bar mixing your own drinks.....
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.
In town alot and stay at the adjacent hotel for work. Alot of oldtimers country bar with younger women and men looking for a good time and to scam the older ones or anyone who they can leach from! Hotel connected to the bar makes it easy for regulars to meet people and party! threesomes take place in the rooms upstairs. 1 regular girl we'll call her small girl Darlene appears decent, (has slept with just about everyone in the bar, it doesnt matter if your married just party with her, give her cash, or take her on a trip with you (anything goes). She admits to and thinks nothing of one night stands and will stay with you. gains trust of other women and sleeps with their husbands and friends behind their back. Seen her doing drugs. Read more »
Located at 532 Ninth Ave. (Midtown West) Between 39th and 40th Sts. Wow. I didn't know this place still existed in the new New York City. I had to meet my friend in the area and I wanted to go to a bar. I looked this up on the Internet and thought it was safe enough. I ended up being 20 minutes late. I found my friend at the bar sipping from a bottle of Budweiser(yech) while slowly but noticebaly giving sidelong glances to the barflies.
There was this woman in her 50's, noticably drunk and just yelling to herself as she walked up and down the bar. Sometimes she would get a response from the bartender or apparently some regulars at the end of the bar. It was hard to say. Read more »