As long as you represent me as praising alcohol I shall not complain. It is, I believe, the greatest of human inventions, and by far - much greater than Hell, the radio or the bichloride tablet.
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 »
"The Strath" (as it's popularly known) is a real throwback to those sleazy bars of yesteryear. The decor is strictly 1973 (or even 1962).
Kind of like a real life Moe's Tavern, or a dive from Rod Filbrandt's "Dry Shave" come to life. Pickled eggs, watery beer, and the clientele is predominantly a) kids who are *just* legal and b) old men who show up at 11 am to start drinking. That being said, they don't play loud, shitty music and you can actually have a conversation there - if you can stand the sleaze.
There is also the Drunk Of The Night to avoid, a guy who will horn in on your conversation from the next table and try to become your new best friend. So, while definitely sleazy, The Strath is not without its charms.
A rich beer and smoke smell permeates the very fabric of this notorious dive. Drugged wildlife add to the charm, whilst the low light levels and ugly bar fittings enhance the incredible ambiance of this historic boozer cum music venue. The threadbare carpet with requisite gaffer tape and butts is just as expected, the beer is cold and the music is hot. And the beach is close if you need to sleep off your hangover. Even some of the local sleazebags avoid this place because it is just too sleazy! The beautiful building is of great historic and cultural significance.
The URL below is not their official website, but close.
The place used to be an underground bowling alley, but is now rebuild into a bar which explain it's oblong shape.
The lighting and toilets is as bad as you can expect from a sleazy bar.
It's worth a visit...
Dili is quite a backwater and the Hotel Esplanada helps a lot. Hotel Esplanada is a two story building with the entire top floor an open air bar. That is better than it sounds since local mosquitos carry dengue fever and malaria so bring your repellant. Still, its a great place to see the expat community and UN workers. The Hotel Espalanada is one the waterfront in Dili, not too far from the Korean Embassy. There are no identifiable street numbers there nor many street names so this will have to do. The sea view is worth it and the company is great.
Johnny Volt says check it out.
Putrid toilets usually. Loud off-key caterwauling from drunken patrons attempting Karioke on some nights. Also have live bands occasionally.
The best music is usually found on the jukebox. Talent Scouts from Nashville occasionally frequent here, but usually on nights when the bikers & their wannabes are sparse. I don't recommend any food here. Be forewarned = you take your chances of joining the "Disease of the Month Club" if you take home an easy free pickup partner from here.
I remember my dad taking me there when I was little and he place is exactly the same. Bill's bar hasn't changed in almost 35 years. Two stinky bathrooms, no food, beer can sculptures behind the bar.
The patrons (and that being kind) are a mix of druggies, drunks and derilicts.
The place usally closes around 5 am and opens around 11am. There was one time when one of the drunks had his head down on the bar, they thought he was sleeping, when they went to wake him they found that he was dead! He had been there for a couple of hours and no one noticed. The beer on tap is cheap and cold, and the bartenders friendly. A great place for people watching.
Take everything you want to get rid off, but the bartender is nice. The prices are ok, and as far as I know they never close.
The audience consists of pimps, alcoholics, bored people, lost students, bandits and people like you and me.
Webers has got it all. An assortment of bizzare regulars some funny others just plain strange. A mens bathroom with no lock so when a person is in there 1 person bathroom the door opens to the rest of the bar. There are fruit flies the size of small dogs in the summer time all around the liqour bottles....their solution put a dirty bar towel over the tops....Great extra protein in every drink.
Truly a cacophony of bad taste and ugly people unmatched in a town where waistlines rarely find an end. And best of all, all the skankiness of the joint is doubled by the live karaoke going on.
You'll marvel as women the size of Mack trucks sludge their way to the mic as it Jabba the Hut was on the run. Some even have fine voices, but that is the same as telling a 400 lbs woman she has pretty hair...but she's still fat. Worth a trip to see trashy folks drunk off their asses and finding their one piece of glory in their live on their Saturday night...singing for the crowd at the Hi Hat.
Oh yeah, and the drinks are stiff as shit and cheap as hell.
Currently being considered for status as a historical site, The Coalbanks is the last traditional blue-collar establishment in a town overrun with sports bars & pretentious hangouts. Good music hits hard on the weekend, the patrons appreciate all forms of music, as long as you don't get wussy on them.
Show fear & they'll eat you alive. Staff are excellent, & they have to be in order to control the unscheduled "dancing" of some of the clientel.
Last night was a prime example, no less than 15 fights, but the staff handled it, & numerous people are now barred from entering for various lengths of time. Still, a place with character, & once you've been accepted, you've been adopted!
Overlooking the Carribean Sea and central market. Forty-five minutes from Guatemala. American and Belizian food. Cold beer and mixed drinks with friendly people. Local information center.
Not only is this bar the only true bar in town, it is also the home to a house band called "Beer In Cleavage," which play for special events including New Years and St. Patrick's Day _ (yes, there is some Irish heritage there, but Chester isn't South Boston).
Sue is the owner, and her son Heath often takes the helm.
Feel free to parttake in a game of pool on the one table or air hockey while listening to the classics on the jukebox including "Pour Some Sugar on Me," "Barricuda," and for the modern palatte, "Mama I'm Coming Home." Read more »
No windows, the same toothless drunks in there at noon as at midnight, gross mural on the exterior depicting creepy-faced buxom she-otters and sleazy he-otters merrily socializing with a pint or two, and to top it off, it's supremely dank and non-descriptly awful inside the bar.
Cheap liquor and beer are the specialties of the house.