Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts.
If you ever enter Guyana, and I suppose you never will, this sleazy bar I recommend to visit.
The Sheriff is located on Sheriff street in Georgetown. It is not the safest place in Georgetown, but if you have a big mouth and some common sense, you'll have an ok time. A couple of years ago, a research pointed out that approximately 90% of all males and females in Sherif street 'got hit by the big truck' (HIV-positive). So if a beautiful girl asks for a drink, be ware, they are never what they seem. Read more »
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!
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 »
The worst bar in Toronto, on the worst street in the worst neighborhood in Toronto: Morningside drive near Warden.
Alcoholism run rampant..there are only about 20 regulars...everyone else is frightened of the place. Even the bartender is an alcoholic. It is routine to see people on the floor in the throes of alcohol poisioning. People drink until they are blind and end up getting tossed into the parkinglot of the strip-mall the bar is in. The place is TINY, about 600 square feet. A few regulars are known to have withdrawl seizures when they stop drinking. Many regulars are illegal immigrants from Ireland, and flee when the police or ambulances show up, which they often do.
Managed, if that´s the right word, by the legendary Robin, this bar is a lot less sleazy than the girlie bars on Patong Beach but it deserves a mention for the sheer amount of alcohol imbibed on the premises. The landlord usually passes out on the bar sofa at around 1am, leaving the customers to help themselves. Try a Sang Thip bucket or a few bottles of the ridiculously strong Chang beer and join Robin on the sofa for some open mouthed snoring oblivion-type action. You get a nice mix of screeching locals, baffled tourists, alcoholic ex-pats (thankfully not too many of them) and the occasional ´character`.
The Cinebar is the oldest bar in san Jose. It's been around since 1936. The jukebox plays rockabilly, local bands, mexican music, metal, and country. For dinner (or breakfast) you can ask the bartender to throw a hot dog or a tamale in the steamer for you. The crowd is so... um... diverse, that you feel like your in the bar from Return of the Jedi. College kids, hookers, convicts, and all the other bartenders from around town frequent the Cinebar. You should too.
When you walk into this bar your eyes have trouble adjusting to the dark- even at night. The smoke is thick and everything is sticky. The last time I went I had to peel my arms off the bar and my pants off the stool. Not only do cockroaches thrive, but one owns the bar.
The bar owner is a really nasty individual who doesn't allow dancing and won't serve a glass of water.
This bar is top rated in skank and should, frankly, go out of business. It has none of the charm you might expect from your good ole neighborhood sleaze joint. It is a Pirate's Cove in the true sense of the word because when you leave you'll feel as if you were robbed and pilaged of your time and dignity.
I have only been there a few times. It's open until late, and it depends on the night what's going on. It's a bit like San Francisco, Amsterdam, but way less sleazy. However, I once did see a travestite dance show there, and the clientele is definitely tourist free.