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.
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.
nelson's dance palace.
wooden schack on the slopes of town down to the river. he has dancing vibes when a school bus of young students come visit the town. but mostly there are 5 local drunks at the bar with guns on them.
if it is closed just yell at the gate and tell them you are william from holland. he will open up and turn some lights on, beware you will be paying for all the beers served!!!
no sweat!! there is no cover charge!!!
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!!!
A Toronto tradition, and also a well-known sleasy bar. Don't stare too long at any of the regulars, fear the suicide wings, keep your head down and your hands to yourself, and an interesting experience will be yours.
Located at 667 King Street West (King and Bathurst).
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.
Upon entering the FunHog Ranch, you become aware in a matter of seconds that the owners are from Iowa. This is a good thing. If only for the Pork Tenderloin Sandwich.
The FunHog sits between the Las Vegas Strip to the west, and the "Hood" directly to the east. Status means nothing once inside. You could be a boss on the strip, but you are just a "Hog" within those four walls. There is no black, white, brown, or yellow skin. There is no straight or gay. Just "Hog".
Business owners, Dr's, Lawyers, crack whores, street bums, secretaries, dancers, constuction, coaches, politico's. Just "Hog". Read more »
Your chances of getting your ass kicked here is pretty good. Opens early and closes late. Sign on the door says to leave your guns in your truck, though the rule isn't really enforced.
Bands on Friday and Saturday night. Rare to find a chick over a "5" here. This is a small town without a police department. The state police take anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes to show up for the weekend fights that happen EVERY Friday and Saturday night.
Probably one of the last bars in the entire US where you can still get a 25 cent beer. Lots of dead animals stuffed on the walls. Lots of wild clientle. You are guaranteed to leave this bar with a good story to tell your buddies - no question about it.