To alcohol! The cause of - and solution to - all of life's problems!
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 »
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).
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 »
This place is open from 7am to 2am everyday, although you could never tell. During lunch hour it attracts some local heroin addicts and construction workers looking to score smack and strong drinks. Otherwise, it is a good place to find sleazy hookers, a communicable disease or the occasional toothless barfly. A great bar if you like to live on the outskirts of normal, functioning society...which you obviously do or you wouldn't even know about this site.
Update: My Brother's Place has been closed for some years now.
Cloudburst bar is a nice little hole in the wall. Not much to look at, but great ambience, pleasant people and the best music to boot (or dance, or whatever takes your fancy...). Makes a nice change from all those "you could be anywhere" places for those of us who neither need nor care for the hand holding. Nothing special on the drinks list, but spirits are served strong and the beer almost as a slush. The owners can tell you more about the town than you'll ever need to know.
Managed, if that´s the right word, by the legendary Robin, this bar is a lot less sleazy than the girlie bars on Patong Beach but it deserves a mention for the sheer amount of alcohol imbibed on the premises. The landlord usually passes out on the bar sofa at around 1am, leaving the customers to help themselves. Try a Sang Thip bucket or a few bottles of the ridiculously strong Chang beer and join Robin on the sofa for some open mouthed snoring oblivion-type action. You get a nice mix of screeching locals, baffled tourists, alcoholic ex-pats (thankfully not too many of them) and the occasional ´character`.
This place is recommended to us by our dear friend, Uncle Sam.
The Walabeba is located on the Awudome (street). The place is one of many in Accra, but since it is located in the home town of Sam, we post this one. It is open 24 hours. To enter you have to go through a gate, before you reach the compound. The Walabeba is owned by a lady. If she's asleep you just wake her up and the bar is open. There is live music and of course you'll have to drink the 'kill me quick' (Akpeteshi, the local drink made of roots and destilled palmwine).
If you ever go there let us know, and bring a bottle of Akpeteshi to Amsterdam!
My friend Phil and I are always on the lookout for sleazy bars - it's a hobby, even though we're not gay. On a visit to Dublin we visited a very special pub in a fairly central location. Dublin is a strange city...On leaving Connelly Station, right in the heart of the city we walked for two minutes and found ourselves in a barren housing estate with youths riding huge horses bareback around the blocks of flats. After such a long walk we felt we needed a drink, so popped into a pub. Read more »