The Green Bar has been open twenty four hours a day, every day since 1968 and has never closed. The bartender is enclosed in a huge iron cage. To obtain a drink, one hands 18 KSh through the grill and receives one warm, 500ml bottle of Tusker Beer. (If you want a cold one ask for a 'Tusker baridi'). 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 »
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 »
The Beer Garden is on Sukhumvit Soi 7. Unlike most bars in Thailand, the girls in the Beer Garden are all free-lancers. Some of them are stunning; some are quite plain. The Beer Garden is very busy in the evenings and is a very good place to meet sleazy people. The food is fair, the drinks are fine. The bar is not air-conditioned which makes it a bit less popular in the heat of day. There are no dancers and its easy to carry on conversation. Check it out.
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 »
Located at 532 Ninth Ave. (Midtown West) Between 39th and 40th Sts. Wow. I didn't know this place still existed in the new New York City. I had to meet my friend in the area and I wanted to go to a bar. I looked this up on the Internet and thought it was safe enough. I ended up being 20 minutes late. I found my friend at the bar sipping from a bottle of Budweiser(yech) while slowly but noticebaly giving sidelong glances to the barflies.
There was this woman in her 50's, noticably drunk and just yelling to herself as she walked up and down the bar. Sometimes she would get a response from the bartender or apparently some regulars at the end of the bar. It was hard to say. Read more »
When you walk into this bar your eyes have trouble adjusting to the dark- even at night. The smoke is thick and everything is sticky. The last time I went I had to peel my arms off the bar and my pants off the stool. Not only do cockroaches thrive, but one owns the bar.
The bar owner is a really nasty individual who doesn't allow dancing and won't serve a glass of water.
This bar is top rated in skank and should, frankly, go out of business. It has none of the charm you might expect from your good ole neighborhood sleaze joint. It is a Pirate's Cove in the true sense of the word because when you leave you'll feel as if you were robbed and pilaged of your time and dignity.
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.
if downtown everything closes down you will have to go to the "carretera" the main road to managua.
thats where the disco's are and of course some sleazy bar.
take the road from hotel europa (which is not the main entrance to town) and ON THE WAY TO the "carretera" is on your left hand a "cantina" i forgot the name(excuse me but it was late already)
regular "ranchero's"blaring from the stereo but the funny thing was a ditch all around the place, i mean also under your feet if you sit at the bar!!!!
so obvious to say there is no other toilets in this place!!!
keep one thing in mind. if you have to vomit... the locals turn around and vomit against the wall
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.