Jump to content


Photo

Best/worst Dive Bars You've Ever Been To


  • Please log in to reply
10 replies to this topic

#1 Brian Kennedy

Brian Kennedy

    Member

  • Members
  • PipPip
  • 5,385 posts

Posted 07 September 2015 - 0026 AM

Uh, I guess this counts as food? Mine are:

1) The Quiet Woman, Hoboken, NJ -- the headboard was a painting of a woman in Victorian dress with a severed head. Clientele was basically all small dirty Irish immigrants with crazy eyes playing pool obsessively, and poorly. Old school IRA recruitment posters covering the walls. (This was like 1995).

2) The Village Idiot, meat packing district, NYC (also mid-90s). Big aquarium full of snapping turtles in the corner. For a buck you could buy a pint glass full of water and a couple goldfish and feed them... One goldfish achieved legendary status by finding some weird nook to hide in, and survived by ducking out and eating the scraps of other goldfish that the turtles left behind... he lasted like two years.

3) Heinholds First and Last Chance, Oakland, Ca (current favorite, maybe not really a dive bar) -- Dates back to the 1870s, Jack London used to run bar back, and it's been a popular sailors stop for about 100 years -- baseball caps from every USAian ship ever hanging from the rafters, as well as a bizarre variety of war booty (so far I've IDd an Arisaka rifle, an Afrika Corps jacket and a couple Hitler Youth badges).

Anyone else? Uh I don't drink nearly as much as this post would imply...
  • 0

#2 snafu_72

snafu_72

    Crew

  • Members
  • PipPip
  • 383 posts

Posted 07 September 2015 - 0840 AM

Hog's Breath Saloon on nickel night (in the mid-80's). Everyone threw a buck into the bucket and tables were full of 16 oz glasses of suds. By the end of the night those tables that hadn't been tipped over by drunks wandering into them were awash with beer, mashed cups, cigarette butts and other foul concoctions. Music so loud it could make cement walls turn to dust. Lights turned down so low that the 2/10 rule was in effect. At 10PM  they look like 2's and at 2 AM they all look like 10's! Ahh, the good, old days. Five bucks in your pocket at the start of the evening and enough left over for White Castle sliders at the end of the night (that event is for another story on another page)!


  • 0

#3 Richard Lindquist

Richard Lindquist

    Purveyor of flints to General Washington

  • Members
  • PipPip
  • 3,387 posts

Posted 07 September 2015 - 0846 AM

The Hidden Door--Columbus, Georgia

The Rainbow and The Little Wheel--El Paso, Texas

The First Chance/Last Chance--Muldraugh, Kentucky

The Cache Lounge--Lawton, Oklahoma

Diamond Lil's--Norfolk, Virginia


  • 0

#4 Colin

Colin

    Member

  • Members
  • PipPipPipPipPipPipPipPipPipPip
  • 16,945 posts

Posted 07 September 2015 - 1115 AM

I slung beer here in the 80's interesting place, end of the road, logging/farming community and I moved in with one of the few pretty single girls. the only place I drove around with a loaded gun in my truck and not for the bears.

 

17848401.jpg


  • 0

#5 Ivanhoe

Ivanhoe

    purposeful grimace

  • Members
  • PipPipPipPipPipPipPipPipPipPip
  • 32,149 posts

Posted 07 September 2015 - 2156 PM

https://en.wikipedia.../wiki/Hussong's

 

Pretty chillax in the afternoons, quite a bit more in the evening. Back in the 80s, not unusual to have a passel of Hells Angels at the next table, a hooker sitting in your lap, and a policeman bouncing at the front puerto.


  • 0

#6 DB

DB

    Crew

  • Members
  • PipPip
  • 11,311 posts

Posted 16 September 2015 - 2006 PM

A pub called The Horns in St Albans. It had a stage round the back and a friend's band played there.

 

We went into the main bar and the first thing I noticed was that everyone looked like a burned out biker, and that they were all drinking from bottles. Friend ordered a Guinness and it came out in lumps.

 

I had a bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale and very, very carefully scrubbed the neck and mouth of the bottle before drinking. We left as soon as it was polite.


  • 0

#7 m1a1mg

m1a1mg

    Crew

  • Members
  • PipPip
  • 1,033 posts

Posted 29 September 2015 - 1731 PM

Ray Lee's Blue Carpet Room on Ponce De Leon in Atlanta in 1978. Had a gun stuck in my face by a guy who thought I was flirting with his girlfriend, who had 3 teeth. Bartender hit guy with a full bottle of Jim Beam. Knocked his ass out cold. She made me pay for it. From that day, Gimme Three Steps has been one of my favorite songs.


  • 0

#8 BP

BP

    Kulak

  • Members
  • PipPip
  • 11,841 posts

Posted 28 October 2015 - 2010 PM

Ray Lee's Blue Carpet Room on Ponce De Leon in Atlanta in 1978. Had a gun stuck in my face by a guy who thought I was flirting with his girlfriend, who had 3 teeth. Bartender hit guy with a full bottle of Jim Beam. Knocked his ass out cold. She made me pay for it. From that day, Gimme Three Steps has been one of my favorite songs.

 

I see a trip to The Recovery Room or The Royal American in our future.


  • 0

#9 MiloMorai

MiloMorai

    Member

  • Members
  • PipPip
  • 3,898 posts

Posted 31 October 2015 - 1413 PM

The Green Door under the Chaudiere which itself was quite the place, Aylmer PQ.

 

"The Chaud, Hull.  There were two Hotel Chaudieres.  The Rose Room and the Green Door.  The Rose Room was upstairs, where you took a date.  The Green Door is where you went to get drunk and fight.  Both held more than 2,000 patrons at a go.  You were brought a quart as a matter of course; only girls were brought pint bottles.  The servers all had bus-driver change machines hooked to their belts and could carry at least 20 quarts and four jugs on a tray, with one hand. 

In the glory days, the Chaudiere saw Louis Armstrong play the Rose Room.  Later, bands like Sha-Na-Na, the Staccatos, Octavian and the Five Man Electrical Band played there.  The Green Door was the kind of place where when you opened the door, you immediately ducked down, as there was either a bottle or a chair headed your way. 

The Chaud was also home of Gerry Barber, the toughest bouncer on the planet.  One story about Barber will suffice:  A patron was being unruly and Barber asked him to sit down and shutthefuckup, tabernac!.  The patron objected and showed his displeasure by breaking a nearly full quart beer bottle over Gerry Barber’s head.  Normally, this would knock most humans to their knees. 

Barber laughed out loud, in the face of the patron:  The 2,000 drunks in the room instantly became very quiet, as we knew what was going to happen next.  Barber grabbed the patron by the face and genitals, throwing him in the direction of the door, over a couple of tables.  When Barber strode over to where the crumpled patron lay, he was still chuckling to himself.  He picked up the patron by the belt, then used the patron’s head to open the door and toss him into the parking lot.  The band resumed playing and the rest of us resumed drinking."


  • 0

#10 chino

chino

    Crew

  • Members
  • PipPip
  • 3,181 posts

Posted 13 May 2016 - 1151 AM

Two bars in the US, can't remember the name from about 20 years ago.

 

One is SF, it was a slow weekday night. I was alone and I got to talking to the barman for over an hour. Told him I was from Singapore, and got to talking about my love for American music from the likes of Steely Dan, Tom Waits, Rickie Lee Jones etc.

 

Next one in NYC Soho. A tiny little joint packed to the brim on a Sunday afternoon. It had a lot of vintage fire fighting memorabilia. They served the best darn Bloody Marys I had ever tasted. Secret formula etc and barman says they sell over 200 a weekend day.

 

Pubs in the UK were dreadful because English people aren't very open to talking to tourists.

 

 

And then a Polish bar in Paris. All the Polish people I've met are very friendly and those at this one was no different. Also helped that I was with two Asian girls. We didn't have to buy drinks that night and I drank two or five shots of a Polish vodka that was way beyond the legal limit in alcohol content.


  • 0

#11 Paul G.

Paul G.

    Crew

  • Members
  • PipPip
  • 8,655 posts

Posted 24 June 2016 - 1109 AM

Met my wife at the Model café, Alston / Boston.

 

Awesome place for alternative music and alternative chicks, shooting pool (or heroin if into that).


  • 0