O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
The End of the World Saloon
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 general the atmosphere was very suspicious. Dirty business going on in the bathroom. Threesome going on in upper floors darker corners. In general all those things I might want to write but dont feel confident in doing so were there. If you can think it it was seen at Bottomz Up. Dirty dirty little girl of a bar.
Blue Gator Saloon is a hangout for shipyard and offshore workers at the Port of Iberia in New Iberia,Louisiana
The beer is stored in portable coolers, the jukebox only has one volume setting,(high),the building is basically a shack with fake wood paneling adorning the walls. The restrooms can be used as a replacement for capital punishment.
Longneck bottles of beer are considered a top shelf extravagance. Two pool tables keep patrons entertained whether they are playing or just watching the action. The bar tender lives next to the bar in an old mobile home, and if you are a regular and need a little hair of the dog, you can knock on his door early in the morning and he'll open the bar for you.
This is where "everyone thinks they know your name"! If you're not in the mood to be approached by drunk rednecks, don't go there!
Can be fun when someone you have never seen in your life, comes up to you and puts their arm around you saying, "Hi buddy...how's it going?"....and you're wondering if maybe you were too drunk to remember who this person is????
The bathroom has a sign: please hold handle down for 10 seconds!....If you don't do this, you better run!
Karaoke night is fun....most people who can't sing will try and think that they sound like a pop star. Sometimes you have to leave because it sounds so bad.
There are some good pool shooters here...just leave your weapon at the bar. Read more »
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 »
The paradise is actualy a cafetaria.
But if you know the owner it's a bar,illegal casino and a whore house.
After the cafetaria closes the blinds go blind and the bottles are open and the cards are on the table. The scent of money is in the air. If you are new you'll lose all your money. It's also very wise to keep your mouth shut the first few times you are there. It's closed for a few months now due to a stupid law against illegal gambling, selling women, and other stuff what daylight is not allowed to see.
We talked to the owner and he promisd us to reopen again in june 2003. If you want to go there contact Deventer people first.
See you there!
Update: this place probably never opened again.
Pool, Kareoke, Dancing, Darts and fine fried food.
All this and some of the biggest bitches waiting to get laid by drunk construction works everywhere.
Odd crowd. Some nights it is secrataries night out, others a lesbian crowd, always plenty of trashy folks and plenty of high priced, strong as hell drinks.
My favorite place to hang out. We go there to sing karaoke on the weekends.
And believe me that is a chore.
The smoke is so thick that you have to try and breathe through your nose when you sing or you would choke on it.