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.
Don not know the exact number, but it is behind a grey door ...
They have a jukebox on which you can select videoclips.
Open till late.
Post-scriptum: The above is rather an understatement. It is (or at least was ) the sleaziest bar I have ever been in, in Barcelona. It is a meeting point of all kinds of criminals: ranging from street thugs, to pimps, to east european maffia. It has quite a ominous atmosphere (think David Lynch), and while it's a good place when you still want more beer, it's not the place to make new friends (in whatever meaning of that phrase).
SLEAZY! "Located in the Gelkingestraat near "de Grote Markt".
Black tape on the windows to avoid people to be able to see what's happening inside(?)
The place is packed with a mix of carribean drugdealers, carribean girls, white trash on drugs and white sluts on coke who will talk your ears of.
If you want to have sex with one of them just ask directly. Always people on the toilet sniffing coke, but sometimes they are really polite and will ask you: "You don't mind, do you?"
This is the best known sleazy bar in Venezuela.
Thousands men are taken there by their friends. It's kind of a rite of passage. You haven't experienced Venezuelan sleazy night life if you haven't been there.
Sleazy beer, sleazy women, sleazy multiple screen TV's showing sports and/or adult material throughout. There's even a dance floor for your sleazy enjoyment. Close to the Metro at Plaza Venezuela station, it's conveniently located.
If you ever come to visit, give it a try... you'll remember
Since ages the closing times of bars in amsterdam are a complete disaster.
This is a problem for me as a part-time bartender because I like to sit down and have a nice drink in a bar after a long night of work.
Or tell my clientele where to go when I have to sweep the floor. So nightbars are a must. Read more »
Not a bar per se as no alcohol is allowed but definitely a place to check out for breakfast after a long night drinking.
Opens really early in the morning, the crowd mixes end-of-shift night owls and construction workers.
The (greasy) food is supposed to coat your stomach good before a new day begins/
Suggestion: bring your own booze.
Webers has got it all. An assortment of bizzare regulars some funny others just plain strange. A mens bathroom with no lock so when a person is in there 1 person bathroom the door opens to the rest of the bar. There are fruit flies the size of small dogs in the summer time all around the liqour bottles....their solution put a dirty bar towel over the tops....Great extra protein in every drink.
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 »