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 »
They never close. In fact, there's no door.
The bartenders are hot young women - as long as you don't mind tatoos and piercings.
The jukebox has both the Cramps and Hank Williams. Abita Amber with a shot is the standard libation.
Not really a fighting crowd, they just look like one.
One of the top sleazy bars going. Serves Pabst cans for $1.75, and this is Manhattan! You can also find PBR on tap!Its on the corner of 14th and 9th.
The scantily-clad, gorgeous bartenders will do shots with the patrons, when they're not hosing each other down with soda water. They will also pour liquor down your throat while standing on the bar.
I almost hate to put this review in, because now its going to be more packed than usual, but it deserves the credit. This is the top place in the city, bar none.
Supposed to be a student-bar. Yeah, right. They may have student prices, in other words it's cheap, but you won't learn shit in here. Or it should be how to get loaded, pick a fight or pick up a lady. All this in one lesson and you're sure to graduate. The music is mostly from the bullshit-genre but, like I said, the drinks are cheap. They're open on mondays and wednessdays and if you're a bit broad-shouldered or largely impudent you can always enter their so-called private parties at the weekends. They got no real owner, so no worries about the bill, but once in a while you'll be forced to hear out the tragic story of one of the volunteers about how they work so hard and earn so little. Just listen, they will go away. If not, that's the moment to pick that fight. I wish you fun. Read more »
This one has regrettably been given a make over, but here's how it was:Variety, according to my dictionary, is a collection of unlike things. In its theatrical use, the word means entertainment - a series of short unrelated performances or acts. The Spice of Life public house in Cambridge Circus in the late 1980's was all of these, and more. Perhaps its location so close to Andrew Lloyd Webber's Palace Theatre had some significance. The performers in "The Spice" as it was known had no professional status. They were amateurs in the plainest sense of the word. Wide eyed, they were there against all odds, out of time, out of place and, to the casual observer, well out of order.
To the passing glance, The Spice was the sort of pub you would never go into for fear of catching something. Outside, its bilious green paint and shabby peeling walls, with grimy curtains hanging from their rails and front door that looked as if it had been kicked open and shut mercilessly for years were enough to deter the casual tourist. Read more »
This bar is located on the most famous street of Georgetown, namely Sheriff street. This reasonably dark place has live concerts regulary. Further, it has a lot of ladies, very willing to dance; rooms can be rent at the bar for the 'Hotel' next door. Stays open practically whole night. Have fun!!!
When all other bars in Brasov are closing or running empty it's time to ask a taxidriver to bring you to the No Problem.
There are two ways of looking at this club. Romanians will think it's a place where the young, new rich are showing of their wealth. For a Western European (male!) it's a place where gorgeous young barely dressed chicks are dancing on the tables. This is surely a 'meatmarket' aiming for the upper segment.
Another good thing: you can order half liter cans of the local Ursus beer, while in most of the trendy bars and pubs you are fucked with an expensive Heiniken or Tuborg.
Not only is this bar the only true bar in town, it is also the home to a house band called "Beer In Cleavage," which play for special events including New Years and St. Patrick's Day _ (yes, there is some Irish heritage there, but Chester isn't South Boston).
Sue is the owner, and her son Heath often takes the helm.
Feel free to parttake in a game of pool on the one table or air hockey while listening to the classics on the jukebox including "Pour Some Sugar on Me," "Barricuda," and for the modern palatte, "Mama I'm Coming Home." Read more »