The Green Bar has been open twenty four hours a day, every day since 1968 and has never closed. The bartender is enclosed in a huge iron cage. To obtain a drink, one hands 18 KSh through the grill and receives one warm, 500ml bottle of Tusker Beer. (If you want a cold one ask for a 'Tusker baridi'). 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 »
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. Read more »
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. Read more »
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. Read more »
This is not a review of a single bar, but more of an area I stumbled upon. The Reichsbahnausbesserungswerk (RAW) is the old repair terrain for the trains during the DDR reign. The area contains numerous run down buildings, and is completely covered by grafiti. No worry here if you shout your lungs out. Or try a bit of frustrated beer bottle smashing. Read more »
Mambo bar is one of the hottest places in Tamarindo. Good cheap booze. Lots of very fine women. And it is well known for all the drugs you can get there. Since Costa Rica is near Colombia the quality of the blow is very high. Fridaynight is the night to be. Closing time is subjective to the amount of people, in other words the amount of liquor still being ordered. On other nights you will find the local drunks to talk to. You will find Mambo Bar at the end of the main road in the town circle.
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 »
Like partying in your best friend's basement circa. 1979- probably hasen't been cleaned since then either. Come to think of it, same applies to most of the regulars.
"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.
Midtown is a blues/rock café in the centre of Deventer the Netherlands. It's open till around 6 o'clock in the morning.
It's a dark basement with a good apmosphere, the drinks are ok and cheap. Only the music is to loud so you must talk very hard to understand you're friends/girlfriends.
That's why only 1 star.
This bar is located on the most famous street of Georgetown, namely Sheriff street. This reasonably dark place has live concerts regulary. Further, it has a lot of ladies, very willing to dance; rooms can be rent at the bar for the 'Hotel' next door. Stays open practically whole night. Have fun!!!
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 »