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2 way inn

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The oldest standing bar in Detroit, it survived riots and the collapse of MoTown, plus an endless stream of bar fights The 2 Way has also doubled as a store, a jail, a brothel, and a dance hall. Read more »

Windsor hotel

Windsor hotel

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 Bar

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 »

Smog Cutter

Smog Cutter

Patrons getting crazy at Smog Cutter:the_toe_stubber. If you’re a huge fan of belligerent Thai women screaming into karaoke machines then Smog Cutter is the place for you. Charles Bukowski used to drink at this auto-body repair shop converted into a boozy living museum. Read more »

De Mazzeltof

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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 »

The Elbo Room

The Elbo Room

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 »

De Nachtzuster

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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 »

Random bars

Brigadun

Brigadun

It is open until very late.
I have only entered the bar after 4 o´clock at night, when the shutters are already partly closed.
I don´t remember much details, I do vaguely seem to remember both men and women are present and in general
the atmosphere is friendly.
As such, it is not very sleazy, but since it´s open till late I guess it deserves mentioning. Next time I´ll
try to pay more attention.

Pipa Club

Pipa Club

To enter, one has to ring the doorbell and walk up to the first floor. It's not very sleazy, but it's open till late. Of course, the later you'll arrive, the more you feel at home. The clientele is a mixture of tourists and catalans, the drinks are relatively expensive, and there used to be a waitress with long legs, leather boots, a short skirt and a skimpy shirt, but I haven't seen her the last few times I was there.

But it's open untill quite late, or did I mention that already?

De Doofpot

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 »

Airport

I need to travel again... explaining the concept of 'sleazy bars' evokes too many interesting places from the dark corners of my friends' memories. And of the cities they come from.

Airport, Am Dobben 70, Bremen. Opens at 11 at night. Beware, they already close around 5 am during the week, but in the weekends you can be surprised by how light it actually is when you get out, even in the winter. And the fresh air...!

Other places in Bremen on their way, once the memory of my friend is restored sufficiently to allow others to actually try and find the place. ("It's somewhere on a crossroads.")

The Hub

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The Hub for many years was an incredible "hole in the wall" bar, it was dark and had the smell of old beer and booze hanging in the air,it had the worst bathrooms, but the best jukebox and the drinks were real....nothing watered down here. You could find anyone in there; from daily drunks to "society" people..it was the place to go.

Tres Maria's

try to find it... it keeps moving around....
its always behind an iron gate... good luck!!
try the local guys in the park!!!!

The Spice of Life

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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 »