The oldest standing bar in Detroit, it survived riots and the collapse of MoTown, plus an endless stream of bar fights The 2 Way has also doubled as a store, a jail, a brothel, and a dance hall. Now, it stands as the Motor City’s ultimate dive, with a bar as old as the building and it’s owned by a dude who’ll often fire up the grill after a few cocktails strong enough to level a building on Devil’s Night. The patrons range from hipsters to old-timers, the bartenders are surly, and the interior is like a time portal into Detroit’s heyday… right down to the dude at the bar who probably never left after his last shift at the plant.
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. Then there are the clientelle… that someone would return, after seeing it once?
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.
Patrons getting crazy at Smog Cutter:the_toe_stubber. If you’re a huge fan of belligerent Thai women screaming into karaoke machines then Smog Cutter is the place for you. Charles Bukowski used to drink at this auto-body repair shop converted into a boozy living museum. Busloads of thrill-seeking local tourists show up to revel in the grime among the regular booze-hounds who basically live there.
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.
The Mazzeltof is dark, smoky and very unpleasant. Most of the time it’s better to avoid eye contact but you know how hard that is in this state of mind. Good things about the bar are the patrons, who are a mix of any social class or profession. If you are are not shy, you can talk to everyone here, even the criminals. And all is cool. The bad things of the bar are the small beers in lemonade glasses, and the extremely low life that enters here. And off course, the music sucks big hairy balls.
We threw some beer in Dwight till he started to talk. Turns out that the owner of O’Donnels lives across the square and has a telescope on his balcony to spy on his employees to check if they close down the terrace on time… Dwight apparently traumatized, was set back in life on the right track; of course with help of the sleazybars team. We are there to help, assist, or piss. Call anytime. In this case we called Chuck Norris to help solve Dwight’s little problem.
Eventually, there is nothing much to say about the Mazzeltof. Just a bar you enter because all other bars are closed in the neighborhood. Do not enter before 1:00
Touch base if you are in the area! (or otherwise call Chuck)
Pete and Fabio
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.
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.
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. Continue reading “De Nachtzuster 0 (0)“
Since ages the closing times of bars in amsterdam are a complete disaster.
This is a problem for me as a part-time bartender because I like to sit down and have a nice drink in a bar after a long night of work.
Or tell my clientele where to go when I have to sweep the floor. So nightbars are a must.
The Doofpot is not sleazy pur sang but it’s a friendly “neighborhood-bar” that stays open a few hours later than most regular ones.
And if you’re lucky even a bit longer when the bartender feels like it…
And luckily for me, they -like most of the smaller bars in town- don’t give a rat’s ass about the non-smoking law…
Slightly after 3:00 am i stood in front of the Feuermelder. Attached to the door is a sign stating geoffnet: Ma-Sa ab 15:00, Sontag ab 13:00. Is this a joke? Or is there a thruth to it. Intrigued, i opened the sequential doors and entered. All patrons turned around instantly and stared at me. Determined, i found a place at the bar ready to order. No barman.
Continue reading “Feuermelder 0 (0)“
Berlins first club daily 24 houres open!
Placed underneath the S-bahn at Hackescher Markt, this looks like a real dive. It is said that the am to pm is a normal cafe during the day. It changes into a club as the pm progresses and the am begins to dawn. So the am to pm transforms itself two times a day.
It was definitely already AM on the second night of my two day bar trip to Berlin. I have started late. First dropped two large GTs down the drain. That perked me up! I even got slightly nervous going deep into the pit again. But the GTs made my feet get swept onto the road again.
I crossed Oranienburger strasse coming from the Oranienburger Tor going towards Hackescher Markt. Supposedly, Oranienburger strasse is one of the older red light areas of Berlin. Have not seen one red light though during my march. Once this has been the rough area. Now it has fallen to the touristy places that i have comed to loathe. Or better stated, never ever appreciated my entire life. The most interesting thing i saw on Oranienburger strasse, was a squatter place called Kunsthaus Tacheles. Some exhibition and gallery venue. Closer to the Hackescher Markt, some prostitutes were trying to get me in their appartement. They are apparently scattered on the streets.
Ok, back to the am to pm. I wanted to drop in, have a beer, and get a sense of the place. The bouncer kept me back: 5 euro entrance fee. For 5 years indeed the am to pm is open non-stop. The bar was reasonably loaded with people. Hesitant. I was only going to drink one beer here. Not really worth it to pay an extra 5 euro for that. Judging from the outside the patrons are a mixture of underground world figures, ex prostitutes, to anything else that gets sucked into the shower drain. The disco light put me off, and not in the least the music. No way you get me in here for the start of a bar night. Perhaps when i am desperate very early in the morning when the quest for booze is unsatisfied. Somehow, the am to pm has a similar vibe as San Francisco in Amsterdam has. But perhaps it is worse.
So for those of you Berlin residents that actually went in here a few times. It is due time you send us your review. Also of all the other 23/24 hour bars that are out there in Berlin. I put this bar up here on sleazybars.com because i am sure it earns this distinction.
On this am Sunday, i was on a mission to find some other dives during my short stay in Berlin.