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 »
A Toronto tradition, and also a well-known sleasy bar. Don't stare too long at any of the regulars, fear the suicide wings, keep your head down and your hands to yourself, and an interesting experience will be yours.
Located at 667 King Street West (King and Bathurst).
Shag carpet. Vinyl booths. Forty years of stale beer. Faux wood bar. Cheesy walnut paneling on the walls. Drains in the floors of the restrooms. Pickups pulling shit-filled cattle trailers parked at the curb. Need I say more...
The Stone Lion is by far one of the best dive bars I've ever expeienced. Almost literally a hole in the wall, the bar, jukebox and 2 or 3 round tables take up almost the entire bottom floor. Luckily, there's an outdoor section and an upstairs, which is where you'll find the restrooms, dartboards, a second jukebox and the terrace. The restrooms are an experience in and of themselves. Not quite as scary as you'd expect toilets in a dive bar to be, but there's still good graffiti. From the terrace you can see the rest of downtown Chattanooga, including the Tennessee Aquarium. The jukebox has everything you could possibly want in bar music from punk and 80s rock and metal to country. They even have the Dropkick Murphies. The beer selection is pretty good too. Read more »
Webers has got it all. An assortment of bizzare regulars some funny others just plain strange. A mens bathroom with no lock so when a person is in there 1 person bathroom the door opens to the rest of the bar. There are fruit flies the size of small dogs in the summer time all around the liqour bottles....their solution put a dirty bar towel over the tops....Great extra protein in every drink.
What a dump this glorious hellhole is.
From the decaying bathrooms to the thousands of names scratched into the wooden walls and tables, Grassroots is truly sleazy.
I almost cried when they put in new speakers, and a more modern jukebox.
Alas, it is still disgusting, and I will always cherish it when I am there.
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 »
Kings is the home of the pickled brainered!
people fuck in the bathrooms, condoms on the floor put out cigarette's on the floor and maybe a on a mild nite you might get the chance to pick glass outta your head or ass! and a free titty dance from the barmaid who is drunk and missing a few teeth. check it out!