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 »
Franks hides beneath a veneer of respectability ... a little more upmarket than the hooker-haven of The Den 100 yards away and a hop skip from Boys'n'Girls.
It is the starting point --the kicking off place-- to descend into the fleshpots of Sunlitun before the Government bulldozes them all in time for the Olympics.
It is possible to pick up the odd Yank or Russki English teacher but you are mercifully spared tourists.
Franks was our first -coming up on 20 years now - if for no other reason, it deserves its place in the sun ...great for Sunday morning Bloody Mary's!
In the Raval area, close to the Ramblas.
Open till late, very very crowdy. In general (well, I have only been there once...) a friendly, noisy and drunk atmosphere.
Alas, the fine old days of elderly chain smokers drinking vodka mixed with milk are gone at The Space Room. However, while the crowd has changed to hipster\frat boy\pseudo alcoholic (which, in my opinion makes it even sleazier) the decor, ambiance and overall ooze have not changed. Read more »
Darts, pool,cigarette smoke and greasy food with daily specials.
Waitresses who are twice as mean and a lot louder than most of the customers. The beer is big (34oz) and cheap. Plus the sloop sponsers its own yacht club and regatta of unrecovered alchololics.
Weekday afternoons it is home to commercial fisherman and shipyard workers.
Sleazy, smoke-filled, mullet-infested den of white trash metalheads and home to the single worst jukebox on the planet. Only a few beers available, Coors, MGD, Budweiser, Sierra Nevada, Red Hook, the like, but an excellent attitude and selection when it comes to hard liquour. Fights are rarely broken up, the pool cues are replaced weekly, and the floor has had the same sawdust since '77. A great place to go and get piss-drunk after a hard day of socially responsible behaviour. Note that the ROundup has a maximum capacity of about 100 people.
An excellent all-around sleazepit, with a lovely anonymous atmosphere, comparatively cheap prices, and that 'I do believe that large trucker over there is eyeballing my ass' feeling that makes American bars what they are.
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...
Managed, if that´s the right word, by the legendary Robin, this bar is a lot less sleazy than the girlie bars on Patong Beach but it deserves a mention for the sheer amount of alcohol imbibed on the premises. The landlord usually passes out on the bar sofa at around 1am, leaving the customers to help themselves. Try a Sang Thip bucket or a few bottles of the ridiculously strong Chang beer and join Robin on the sofa for some open mouthed snoring oblivion-type action. You get a nice mix of screeching locals, baffled tourists, alcoholic ex-pats (thankfully not too many of them) and the occasional ´character`.