Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies come to life and fade away. What care I how time advances; I am drinking ale today.
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 »
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 »
'De Klok' is a pub with a distinctive fifties-like character where you can meet all kinds of people, from the lowlife loser-kind (like me) to the highly educated and intelligent one's.
They've all got the same objective though: getting plastered...
The drinks are relatively cheap, and during the weekends you can go on 'til deep in the after hours (most of the time, huhuh).
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 »
The Sindrome (connected to the Spotted Dog in Willesden Green)
Hmmm, sticky floors, loud (deafening) music, a lot of it live bands, over priced beer when all the other pubs are closed. You've got to love it. Thing is, if you can get out of there with out at least a snog, let alone a warm breast to lay the night on then you must make Quasimodo look pretty.
Hearsay, but from a trusted source, and with a website promoting the place through reviews such as "The crowded tables will be full of half-filled pitchers of draft beer, and the air will be layered with a smoky haze." and Everything is covered in a layer of grime and ashes.
This is not a case of bad housekeeping; this is character. This is the real deal.
It's at 379 Spadina, about a block south from College.
The Hub for many years was an incredible "hole in the wall" bar, it was dark and had the smell of old beer and booze hanging in the air,it had the worst bathrooms, but the best jukebox and the drinks were real....nothing watered down here. You could find anyone in there; from daily drunks to "society" people..it was the place to go.
The history of Ex & Pop ist a hystory of continuity in a world of changes. The true successor of the in the early "Risiko", one of the few get-stoned-high- drunk-dropout-and-pay-the-othe
After two moves all in the schoeneberg area, still a "collective" ( only god nows hu dus pay), they moved into the former KOB on Potsdamer Str.
The area around you can call a "mini inner city light", but the hustlers hookers punters junkies are on the decline, there will be a renaicance of the whole aerea in the upcomming future.
But till then: the liver-yell continues
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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 »