This is the great fault of wine; it first trips up the feet: it is a cunning wrestler
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 »
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.
An old friend of mine lived across the street from this place and refused to go in.
So when I visited I dragged him in after a Widespread Panic show, LATE NIGHT.
Keep in mind, this place usually does not open until around midnight, and really gets hoppin' around 6-7am. S-n-J's is located in Uptown on Oak off of Carollton.
Most cab drivers don't even know where it is and it is primarily a local's joint. It's a tiny, ramshackle looking place with a very large south pacific man minding the door. Once you enter, it is a low ceiling and candle light only.
Drinks are cheap and poured stiff. Read more »
Plywood floors, hasn't been painted in 30 years. Duck taped barstools, never been cleaned, serves microwave popcorn, hot dogs (without a bun) and oodles of noodles. The men's bathroom is a small closet with just a urinal inside. Someone puked in the urinal and it was promptly painted over.
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 »
Bar 3 is a bar in the middle of Im Neuenheimer Feld. A small 'cosy' studentsbar with very cheap drinks (especially the cocktails) and cheap talks.
This place is right near my house, and in two and half years I've never had the balls to walk in there. Well I dragged some reinforcements with me and took the plunge today. All I can say is, I'm glad I did. Although there are NO SMOKING signs all over the place, everybody is smoking. There's a back room with a pool table, there's those "pay per game" electronic dartboards that are almost certainly busted, and the old style 12 foot wide satellite dish was pulling in some classic NASCAR action on TNT or TNN or something on a projection tv. Read more »
Somewhat curiously given it's name, the Oriental Bar has a Christmas feel with the year round kitsch colored lights strung above the many mirrors.
The bar ladies are hardly in a festive mood though, and will soon get down to business demanding drinks and then some. The toilet might have never been cleaned but let's face it, you shouldn't be going here for that.
Despite overdosing on sleaze you are likely to meet some genuinely friendly Ethiopian men. They will buy you drinks and get sloshed with you, a great time. When things do get slow head down the same road to John Bar or any of the other 50 bars in this capital of hospitable sleaze.