If you know someone who tries to drown their sorrows, you might tell them sorrows know how to swim.
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 »
In the hoppinest neo-frisco current flavor-of-the-week urban renewal project section of portland called the "pearl district" or "chinatown" (used to be called junkyville or gook village before gentrification, hang onto your fuckin wallet!), nestled between the ample, loving bosoms of sparkling new high-rise high-density housing and old remodeled warehouses posing as living spaces, sits a demure semi-discreet lair known as Read more »
Bar 2000 is the bar to be for all kinds of people. From the dusty backpacker to the local drunk. Liquor is good and cheap. Try the best rum in the world, Flor de Cana, imported from nearby Nigaragua. Don't be surprised to meet blow snorting people on your way to the toilet. As Colombia is nearby prices are low and quality is good. To bad that the bar closes at 1.00 o'clock in the morning, only comfort is that every bar in Antigua closes at that time. Try bar 2000 at any day of the week except on sunday as it is prohibited to sell any liquor after 20.30 at night on sunday. In the beginning of the evening (around 18.00) there are movies and big games (NBA, NFL, NHL, Soccer etc.) shown on a big screen.
Now I know Barberton, Ohio is not exactly Big Town USA but I don't think any bar in this little town famous for it's fried chicken can be called high class. If you ever need that sleazy bar crowd just head this way we have at least a dozen, but Sammy's takes the prize.
Located on the corner of Norton Avenue and Fifth St NW It is the heart of Night Life. This is one of those bars where the old, young, ugly, depraved, well to do, good looking, hell just about anybody hangs out any night of the week. Read more »
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.
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.
When I arrived 12 years ago in Boulder Colorado, on the first night in town I asked somebody in the street for the sleaziest bar in town. I went there and never left! For 2 1/2 years i was a regular of this absolutely sleazy bar, and i have a lot of stories, which i won't recount here. I am still a proud owner of a '10 years Sundown Saloon' t-shirt.
From what i have heard nowadays you are not even allowed to smoke a cigarette in the streets of Boulder anymore. The Sundown is where all the local smokers gather, because this is the only bar where they allow you to (illegally) smoke a cigarette. Read more »