You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on
The Windsor can have a sketchy crowd but it often has excellent bands. Watch out for a band that you might enjoy. It's the kind of place that white people only enter if they are a group of brave or cazy, already-drunk, roided-up, college bros on a dare. The place is physically in such an alarming state of disrepair, you marvel at the fact that it is allowed to remain open at all. Read more »
Five Star has been serving cheap beers on Main Street in Downtown LA for decades. Downtown’s recent “revitalization” has altered the bar’s working class demographic but regulars still nurse their $2 domestics while local bands play on the stage in the back.
The last time I was there the bartender wasn’t, so one of the patrons walked around the bar and served me a pitcher of Bud Light for $6. Read more »
This is a bar you only pay a visit in case everything else is closed, and your beer muscle is calling steadily.
Just let us tell you about a night Pete and Fabio were on a mission (again). We tried to convince this bar girl of this standard no-fun-at all-Irish-bar O'Donnel's around the corner to keep her bar open (and taught her how to serve an "amsterdammertje") but she turned out to be a party-pooper. Fortunally, her colleague (let's call him Dwight) showed more balls and escorted us to the place where you don't want to be found dead: de Mazzeltof. Read more »
Let me say this about that.
A year or so ago, I wrote a series of blogs extolling the virtues of one of my favorite subjects - ‘Sleazy Bars’. Hanging out in a sleazy bar is like hands-on research for all the evils you hear about when you go to church. In fact, it is rumored that Moses did not receive the 10 Commandments from God during a little mountain-climbing expedition to Mount Sinai, but assembled these moral imperatives from notes taken while slamming tequila shots in a sleazy bar. Read more »
The last time I visited this place it turned out that the name was changed to the owner's name but I forgot his name ;-)
Not really important cause it's still the same old dark, smokey shithole you're looking for after hours.
The atmosphere really depends on what night you come in, could be lost drunk students, or coke sniffing criminals having a party. Read more »
'De Klok' is a pub with a distinctive fifties-like character where you can meet all kinds of people, from the lowlife loser-kind (like me) to the highly educated and intelligent one's.
They've all got the same objective though: getting plastered...
The drinks are relatively cheap, and during the weekends you can go on 'til deep in the after hours (most of the time, huhuh).
This is a true sleazy bar in the heart of the Loop. The paint is peeling off of the walls, the mirror behind the bar (where it isn't busted out) hasn't been cleaned since before the war, their "patio furniture" is tables from the bar moved to the sidewalk, the bathroom is cleaned by a homeless man who is paid in wine (so you can imagine the quality job there), the glassware is murky and the food gives you indigestion right away.
On the upside, if you want to become a regular somewhere, it is easy here. Show up, drink, shut up and then leave. Low-key is hardly the word. The staff is no-nonsense, but friendly. And where else in the Loop can you get a beer for under $2.00.
Cal's...an experience for all who have the guts to do it.
Stained (by what, i have no idea) cinderblock walls outline this relic from the 50's. Having undergone an uncompleted renovation between 20 and 2 years ago The Seahorse's claim to fame are its "Mullet Monday's".
Mondays have been a popular night at the tavern ever since it was socially acceptable to have a mullet, but don't tell the 30 to 40 year old staff and patrons that the short-long is out of style.
Having recently hosted a concert by metal legend Thor, this oasis in a basement regularly holds punk shows performed by folks who actually remember 1977. 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.
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.
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.