Son, when you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get.
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.
Deep under the surface of Portland lies the famous Geno's. The only way in is through a black door and down a narrow flight of stairs. Once down there, there is no escape, no help, as your cell phone has no service. A band will be playing loud punk music, ideally. The beer is no frills. The mixed drinks are strong. The bartender is trashed.
The lady's room has seen some action. The green room has seen more.
The most famous true tale of Geno's is GG Allen took a shit on the stage, and Geno himself kicked him out.
In general the atmosphere was very suspicious. Dirty business going on in the bathroom. Threesome going on in upper floors darker corners. In general all those things I might want to write but dont feel confident in doing so were there. If you can think it it was seen at Bottomz Up. Dirty dirty little girl of a bar.
Mambo bar is one of the hottest places in Tamarindo. Good cheap booze. Lots of very fine women. And it is well known for all the drugs you can get there. Since Costa Rica is near Colombia the quality of the blow is very high. Fridaynight is the night to be. Closing time is subjective to the amount of people, in other words the amount of liquor still being ordered. On other nights you will find the local drunks to talk to. You will find Mambo Bar at the end of the main road in the town circle.
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.....
The artistic and cultural roots of Ruigoord go back to the early sixties. Late sixties rolled a wave of innovation over the Western world. This movement became known as the student movement and the hippie and flower power movement.
It was the time of the power to the imagination.
Netherlands had its own local precursors into the Provo movement and the Amsterdam scene artists.
Provo and related groups such as Deskundologisch Laboratory, Insect sect, and the Amsterdam Balloon Company argued since the early sixties artistic and entertaining manner the major social issues of the time at issue. Read more »
Alas, the fine old days of elderly chain smokers drinking vodka mixed with milk are gone at The Space Room. However, while the crowd has changed to hipster\frat boy\pseudo alcoholic (which, in my opinion makes it even sleazier) the decor, ambiance and overall ooze have not changed. Read more »