Yes, madam, I am drunk. But in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.
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.
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 »
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.
great place about 6 blocks from the back of the cathedral on the "zocalo"
if is still open because i would guess that the owner drunk himself to death, crazy frenchman who has a great punk/rock collection
every beer you buy, you trough a 1 peso piece in the tip bucket in the corner of the bar- hard to miss its pretty big- and you get a free mezcal if the coin hits the metal. don't use your last 10 peso piece because needless to say you WILL need a taxi to get back to your hotel!!!
The Boar House is so sleazy that you can even lose respectable friends by just mentioning that you have been there, or intend going.
They serve a range of imported beers, and some cheaper local Russian beers too. There is also a range of American-style food.
If you are very unlucky, an ex-pat will corner you (and this is the favourite ex-pat bar in Moscow) and bore you to death with one of two topics: (a) "Russian women - have you noticed how they have two legs and two arms? I am so sexually aroused by them OR (b) "I hate this ********* city, my company sent me here, I am earning a huge salary but blame my complete social inadequacy and friendless status on Moscow - rather than my natural inadequacies". It is worth moving away if cornered in this way. Read more »
Unpretentious neighborhhod bar. Great cheap steak specials for around $10, served by a waitress who calls you "hon".
Sleazy, smoke-filled, mullet-infested den of white trash metalheads and home to the single worst jukebox on the planet. Only a few beers available, Coors, MGD, Budweiser, Sierra Nevada, Red Hook, the like, but an excellent attitude and selection when it comes to hard liquour. Fights are rarely broken up, the pool cues are replaced weekly, and the floor has had the same sawdust since '77. A great place to go and get piss-drunk after a hard day of socially responsible behaviour. Note that the ROundup has a maximum capacity of about 100 people.
An excellent all-around sleazepit, with a lovely anonymous atmosphere, comparatively cheap prices, and that 'I do believe that large trucker over there is eyeballing my ass' feeling that makes American bars what they are.
The Top Hat is probably Loveland's oldest sleazy bar. The patrons got me totally wrecked in 83 on my 21st birthday by feeding me various schnappes shots, most notably root beer. Unfortunately someone had turned out the lights and I puked almost everywhere but in the toilet. The decor is mostly dark paneling and red vinyl circa 1950. They have added a stage and dance floor in the back but it is sooo dark you can barely see your drink. The 4 red lights on the wall that barely give any illumination really add to the atmosphere. The barmaid/waitress are definately nearing retirement age and will serve you when they're damn good and ready, unless you're a regular.
My favorite place to hang out. We go there to sing karaoke on the weekends.
And believe me that is a chore.
The smoke is so thick that you have to try and breathe through your nose when you sing or you would choke on it.
This place is recommended to us by our dear friend, Uncle Sam.
The Walabeba is located on the Awudome (street). The place is one of many in Accra, but since it is located in the home town of Sam, we post this one. It is open 24 hours. To enter you have to go through a gate, before you reach the compound. The Walabeba is owned by a lady. If she's asleep you just wake her up and the bar is open. There is live music and of course you'll have to drink the 'kill me quick' (Akpeteshi, the local drink made of roots and destilled palmwine).
If you ever go there let us know, and bring a bottle of Akpeteshi to Amsterdam!