The Blue Light is on Western a little North of Belmont. It is fantastically sleazy. They have a late license and open at 7 every morning. It's the kind of place that looks like you'll get beat up in there, but you won't (unless you ask for it, in which case, please stay out).
Hipsters are discovering it, so go now before it's too late, even if you yourself are a hipster. For now, it's always possible to find a spot to sit, even at 2:30 when all the other late night places are packed. You may have to walk to the back room, though.
It's a good place to go after Hungry Brain (2319 W. Belmont) closes at 2, when you're not done drinking.
Great dive bar, somewhat cheap drinks, many pool tables and pin-ball games, all kinds of junk hanging on the wall - not "cute antique junk" - REAL JUNK! Free peanuts and resultant peanut shells all over the floor. Good selection on the jukebox. Many bar-fights have happened on a regular basis. Near Stanford university but outside the limits of their "no hard alcohol" rule that was in effect for many years, Antonio's is not just a student hang-out - many sorts of drinkers, drunkards, bikers, barflies and other classy low-lifes can be found there from the entire north end of Silicon Valley. Bad, but usually not totally gross bathrooms. There used to be a good "Hoffbrau" on one side of the room but now there is a Mexican resturaunt that serves OK food during the day. Read more »
The Hub for many years was an incredible "hole in the wall" bar, it was dark and had the smell of old beer and booze hanging in the air,it had the worst bathrooms, but the best jukebox and the drinks were real....nothing watered down here. You could find anyone in there; from daily drunks to "society" people..it was the place to go.
Alas, the fine old days of elderly chain smokers drinking vodka mixed with milk are gone at The Space Room. However, while the crowd has changed to hipster\frat boy\pseudo alcoholic (which, in my opinion makes it even sleazier) the decor, ambiance and overall ooze have not changed. Read more »
Located at 532 Ninth Ave. (Midtown West) Between 39th and 40th Sts. Wow. I didn't know this place still existed in the new New York City. I had to meet my friend in the area and I wanted to go to a bar. I looked this up on the Internet and thought it was safe enough. I ended up being 20 minutes late. I found my friend at the bar sipping from a bottle of Budweiser(yech) while slowly but noticebaly giving sidelong glances to the barflies.
There was this woman in her 50's, noticably drunk and just yelling to herself as she walked up and down the bar. Sometimes she would get a response from the bartender or apparently some regulars at the end of the bar. It was hard to say. Read more »
The Green Parrot is off the main drag in Key West, so you have to walk a few extra blocks down a narrow dark street to get there. It's worth the walk.
A huge wooden parrot over the cash register requires "No Snivelling."
No paint on the outside or fancy remodeling on the inside, probably since it opened in 1890.
The barmaid is tougher than the average biker, there is no glass in the windows, and the parachute hanging over the bar is probably vintage WW II.
The tourists hit Sloppy Joe's, Ricks, or Captain Tony's, but the locals hang at the Parrot.
A Key West Ale on a hot tropical night in August goes down smooth and the Blues band on the small stage is blasting away.
It doesn't get any better than this.
What can I say, this is one of the oldest Sleazy bars around the USA.
After 30 years without running water in the mens room they finally got it running a couple of years ago.
Also what other bar have you ever seen that has potholes in the floor. The rats actually once chewed throuh the beer tap lines.
And the Clientele? Well Kkid Row, Doctors, Lawyers, Professors, Students, Artist, Muscians, etc, all walks of life and at one time ME.
Actually, the 'l' in the name is a Polish l-with-dash, pronounced like a 'w'. It's Polish for "under the mistletoe", which is hanging from the ceiling. In the summer, there's also place to sit outside, next to the separate toilet house, to escape the smokey room. Inside, you usually sit on a log of wood, great to break your back over a wodka or beer, and there's only candles to light the place.
It's in one of the courts off Ul. Florianska 20, the busy shopping street in the center of Krakow.
Recommended by "friends who know", located at 3831 St-Laurent, a place with loads of regulars, and more alcohol per dollar than in many other places around the area. Quoting from another review (see link) and confirmed by the "friends who know", "Melissa Auf Der Maur of Smashing Pumpkins and Rufus Wainwright were both regulars when they lived here."
Opens everyday around midnight and already closes again at about three hours later. In the meanwhile, this is the place to meet everything that's low-life in Amsterdam. From worn-out hookers till massively agressive drugdealers, from drewling alcoholist till students so full of them selfs they 're puking on their own shoes (and, if you're lucky, on yours. Lucky? Yep, cause there's your reason.) Read more »
I've been here a few times after going out in Tivoli. It's a place you can never remember going to and maybe it's better that way. It strangely crowded at 5 o'clock in the morning with all diehard drinkers....And that's all there is to it. They still have drinks even when the rest is closed.
There are a lot of "Blues" Bars around the world, but the creepiest, dankest, most-ready-for-demolition and, therefor, one of the best is the old Yale bar in downtown Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
This dimly lit brick building would surely become a mass grave in the event of the predicted "Big One" earthquake that experts say is due any time now, and the musicians try their best to emulate said big one with the shear volume of their playing. You can walk in perfectly capable of hearing birds sing, and leave with as much audible ability as a granite boulder. The compensation for this is the fact that these guys not only play LOUD, they also play exceedingly well. Read more »
No windows, the same toothless drunks in there at noon as at midnight, gross mural on the exterior depicting creepy-faced buxom she-otters and sleazy he-otters merrily socializing with a pint or two, and to top it off, it's supremely dank and non-descriptly awful inside the bar.
Cheap liquor and beer are the specialties of the house.
The paradise is actualy a cafetaria.
But if you know the owner it's a bar,illegal casino and a whore house.
After the cafetaria closes the blinds go blind and the bottles are open and the cards are on the table. The scent of money is in the air. If you are new you'll lose all your money. It's also very wise to keep your mouth shut the first few times you are there. It's closed for a few months now due to a stupid law against illegal gambling, selling women, and other stuff what daylight is not allowed to see.
We talked to the owner and he promisd us to reopen again in june 2003. If you want to go there contact Deventer people first.
See you there!
Update: this place probably never opened again.