First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.
The Windsor can have a sketchy crowd but it often has excellent bands. Watch out for a band that you might enjoy. It's the kind of place that white people only enter if they are a group of brave or cazy, already-drunk, roided-up, college bros on a dare. The place is physically in such an alarming state of disrepair, you marvel at the fact that it is allowed to remain open at all. Read more »
Five Star has been serving cheap beers on Main Street in Downtown LA for decades. Downtown’s recent “revitalization” has altered the bar’s working class demographic but regulars still nurse their $2 domestics while local bands play on the stage in the back.
The last time I was there the bartender wasn’t, so one of the patrons walked around the bar and served me a pitcher of Bud Light for $6. 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 »
Mambo bar is one of the hottest places in Tamarindo. Good cheap booze. Lots of very fine women. And it is well known for all the drugs you can get there. Since Costa Rica is near Colombia the quality of the blow is very high. Fridaynight is the night to be. Closing time is subjective to the amount of people, in other words the amount of liquor still being ordered. On other nights you will find the local drunks to talk to. You will find Mambo Bar at the end of the main road in the town circle.
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.
Allthough Romania should be loaded with sleazy bars, they're pretty hard to find.
For the Brittannia Arms Pub the location is definitely a sleazy factor: if you're heading from the main road into Str. Rebublici you won't find anything like a sign. After 50 meters you'll find a sign for a Kodak photoshop, if you'll walk into the dark alley underneath you'll find the door of the bar around the right corner.
The bar is located in the basement. Unfortunately the bar has changed owner last year which cost the bar quite some sleazy points. But a visit on fridays or saturdays, when the local FC Brasov hooligans hang out, is always worthwile.
Allegedly the oldest gay bar west of the Mississippi, if not in the entire US, it looks and smells it. It opened circa 1949 and was once Salt Lake City’s best (and maybe only) jazz bar, playing host to Dizzy Gillespie and Louis Armstrong in its glory days; The Radio City Lounge slowly became a gay watering place and by the early 1960’s was solidly gay.
Old timers will tell you how elegant the bar once was, with gold lame curtains and deep banquettes. Now it carries an (ahem) atmosphere all its own. The sprayed ceiling is the color of overused motor oil and 55 years of cigarette smoke has drawn interesting patterns down the wall. Read more »
Upon passing through both doors you find yourself among the dregs of society.
Grizzled men and beat looking women line the bar and pool table.
The bathroom has the customary graffiti. Drinks are cheap and the music is a mix of rock, pop and country all somewhat dated.
You could get laid here if you dare as it is frequented by both a gay and straight crowd. I have actually witnessed a stabbing out front between two patrons one New Years Day.
Another night the bar had just closed when the barkeep stuck his head out the door and called over a hooker and banged her in a chair with the lights off.
Jimmy Mak's, truly a ghetto-fabulous place, especially the downstairs pool room which has a crazy ass side door entrance and bartenders on their last legs serving up basic mixers with a stiffness only a corpse could appreciate.
I love this place. The crowd is mixed and may be not as neighborhood territorial as some of the other local pubs in Portland, but makes up for it with the characters drinking their. Last trip in we saw a pregnant woman sharing a beer and smoking a cig. Did I say pregnant woman, I'm sorry I mean girl - someone barely old enough to be inside.
Pool tables are awesome and unlike most other joints, well lit and not as smoky. Oh you'll smell like a fucking ashtray but won't be blind from the smoke.
Best sleazy bar in town without naked chicks. Read more »
Skanky bikers unite! I nominate The Handle Bar in Youngstown, Ohio as one sleazy bar!
This is the home of seventy five cent draft beer and washed up haggard barwenches who wear orange and black Harley Davidson inspired tank tops without the aid of a supportive undergarment!
This is one dimly lit bar, which is just as well as many of the patrons would scare the living bejeezus out of you if you encountered them in the harsh light of day. There is a nice selection of bras hanging from the ceiling as ladies are encouraged to show off their assets upon first visit! Read more »