If you drink, don't drive. Don't even drink.
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.
A rich beer and smoke smell permeates the very fabric of this notorious dive. Drugged wildlife add to the charm, whilst the low light levels and ugly bar fittings enhance the incredible ambiance of this historic boozer cum music venue. The threadbare carpet with requisite gaffer tape and butts is just as expected, the beer is cold and the music is hot. And the beach is close if you need to sleep off your hangover. Even some of the local sleazebags avoid this place because it is just too sleazy! The beautiful building is of great historic and cultural significance.
The URL below is not their official website, but close.
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.
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 »
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 »
If everything is closed and you're a little desperate you can go to San Francisco at the famous Zeedijk (red light district).
It's a bar/dancing, the beers are too small and too expensive, the "broodje bal" is good, the atmosphere is often not very friendly, especially if you bring your girlfriend.
They close late, though.
Allegedly the oldest gay bar west of the Mississippi, if not in the entire US, it looks and smells it. It opened circa 1949 and was once Salt Lake City’s best (and maybe only) jazz bar, playing host to Dizzy Gillespie and Louis Armstrong in its glory days; The Radio City Lounge slowly became a gay watering place and by the early 1960’s was solidly gay.
Old timers will tell you how elegant the bar once was, with gold lame curtains and deep banquettes. Now it carries an (ahem) atmosphere all its own. The sprayed ceiling is the color of overused motor oil and 55 years of cigarette smoke has drawn interesting patterns down the wall. Read more »
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)