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 »
drunken bums, street folk trying to sell you things (from sunglasses to electric beard trimmers), rowdy natives, $1.50 draft, live country bands every night, ladies and theyre johns...on hastings.
in fact, there is nothing classy about this place.
to quote the vancouver courier:
"It's 3 o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon and tables at the Grand Union Hotel on Hastings Street, three blocks west of Main, are almost full."
If you're looking for loud heavy metal music and cheap booze, this is
definitely the place to be. You won't find much more. Nor will you be able
to communicate much with the crowd hangin' around in drunken stupor. But
that's not your reason to go there anyway, is it?
Cheap beer (for Norwegian standards...) and thus adequately sleazy surroundings and clients. A nice jukebox to lift the mood once in a while. Note the ceiling.
Queen of sleazy bars
Let me say this about that.
Part of what makes a great sleazy bar is the cross-cultural, mixed bag, mongrel ethnicity of it’s patrons. It is, at the same time, the best and worst examples of the human species. If it is true that the patrons of “Genevieve’s Bar” in Singapore were made in God’s own image, then judgement day is going to be a really interesting affair. 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.
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!
I need to travel again... explaining the concept of 'sleazy bars' evokes too many interesting places from the dark corners of my friends' memories. And of the cities they come from.
Airport, Am Dobben 70, Bremen. Opens at 11 at night. Beware, they already close around 5 am during the week, but in the weekends you can be surprised by how light it actually is when you get out, even in the winter. And the fresh air...!
Other places in Bremen on their way, once the memory of my friend is restored sufficiently to allow others to actually try and find the place. ("It's somewhere on a crossroads.")