It was a woman who drove me to drink and I never got the chance to thank her.
In the center of Amsterdam you'll find The Minds which is easily associated with the punk/squat scene.
The best thing about the Minds (apart from the athmosphere) is it's closing time, although it always depends on the owner's ("Dre") mood. Be sure to be in on time because after official closing time the blinds close and you won't make a chance.
They serve dutch beer named Budels which is best consumed from the bottle -not for the taste but it looks cooler and they serve draft in those small shitty glasses.
The Minds is famous for their live bands at Queens Day (30th april).
The Green Bar has been open twenty four hours a day, every day since 1968 and has never closed. The bartender is enclosed in a huge iron cage. To obtain a drink, one hands 18 KSh through the grill and receives one warm, 500ml bottle of Tusker Beer. (If you want a cold one ask for a 'Tusker baridi'). Read more »
This place is right near my house, and in two and half years I've never had the balls to walk in there. Well I dragged some reinforcements with me and took the plunge today. All I can say is, I'm glad I did. Although there are NO SMOKING signs all over the place, everybody is smoking. There's a back room with a pool table, there's those "pay per game" electronic dartboards that are almost certainly busted, and the old style 12 foot wide satellite dish was pulling in some classic NASCAR action on TNT or TNN or something on a projection tv. Read more »
From multi-millionaires to transient scum, the Rainbow has it all. The occasional good band and the always crappy karioke. It's a fact. White people cannot dance. Ya gotta love it. Puke in the johnnie crapper, all sorts of smokin', all sorts of shots, and don't forget: Peanut shells on the floor please! Break the rules and Marge (the best bartender in the West) will 86 your ass. Barely got room for the bar sized pool tables. Drop the stick, that's 50 cents. Please deposit in the black tittie mug. Have fun and watch your back.
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 »