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 »
Only beers on tap are Bud and Bud Lite. Actually only Bud since the Bud Lite tap handle is just to fool the "ladies". Food is served only on St. Patrick's day and then only corned beef.
Largest purveyor of Jagermeister in the Rockland county. Only one of the bartenders drank it all and there were no receipts for it.
Patrons include old men and a group of people known as the Jackson Whites (a group of hillbillies of dubious racial origins in-bred since the American Revolution).
Village of Suffern mentioned on "Sex in the City", when the proprietor was interviewed about the episode for a newspaper article he stated that the girls from SITC would not like his place since a "Cosmopolitan" has never been served there. Read more »
Bar 3 is a bar in the middle of Im Neuenheimer Feld. A small 'cosy' studentsbar with very cheap drinks (especially the cocktails) and cheap talks.
Small dark cafe, with rude bartenders, filled with agressive women who look for trailerpark types.There are also types straight from the mental hospital or members of left-wing political organisations, doing nothing but harassing you like the women there until you puke.
One billiart and siggaretslot. 2 toilets. Red lights on the ceiling and lots of candles. No bycicle repairs possible.
Small terrace in the summer but no service.
THe fish in the bowl on the shelf are more enjoyable.
There is a entree fee on old-years-eve.
Although I would't directly refer to Vrankrijk as sleazy, it is certainly an alternative bar that needs to be recommended on this site.
Vrankrijk is an old squatters place, that exists already for twenty years. Ten years ago the building was legally obtained, and last year they received a true permit for serving alcohol (although they were doing it already for twenty years).
Drinks are very cheap in Vrankrijk. However they don't always stay open late. Atmosphere is very good. On Saturdays you can dance a bit. Besides that there are lots of activities, and benefit nights.
Unfortunately most squatting places have disappeared in Amsterdam. Lets hope Vrankrijk stays!
Update: Unfortunately Vrankrijk was permanently closed in 2009 by the City of Amsterdam.
This bar is near the corner of Main Street and 7th Street. Its in Skid Row. Its point of interest is that it is in the title montage of the film written by Charles Bukowski, "Barfly". At that time, the neon sign was still working. I'm interested in restoring the sign. There is no "bartime" at this bar. The stay open right up to 2:00 AM, at which time everyone is pushed out the door.
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.
The smell of stale beer and fresh piss assaults you as you open the door. Angry but usually immobile locals mutter menacingly from the 6 barstools. Gennesse 12 Horse Ale drips constantly out of the one tap.
Add some dangerously bad nachos and a country western jukebox out of the mid-70's and it's sheer sleaze heaven.