What was the dodgiest pub you have been to?

Army_of_One

andekwarhola wrote: »

It's a craft beer place now I thought?

It is...all the locals drink in the mountpleasant inn now.

PopePalpatine

I would have to say the Red Lion in Acocks Green, Birmingham, when I had a summer job over there a few years ago. Filthy toilets, nothing but Carling and Strongbow (and Guinness and John Smith's ale if you were feeling fancy) on tap and a stereo system probably plugged into a TV tuned into one of those low-rent music stations where you pay £1 or so to send them a text to show at the bottom of the screen.

humberklog

retalivity wrote: »

Ive seen the snug recently, as its on my walk into town. Thought it was relatively new as i dont remember anything there from my college days in the early noughties. Also thought it was respectable enough, as it appears to be attached to a hotel/b&b?!

Yeah it's going since early 00's afaik. An old tipperary farmer type man owns it and runs it with his Thai wife and a Lithuanian family as staff. I think it was called The Parlour Bar when it first opened and yeah it's a B+B upstairs.

It has got better over the years but that's because most of the regulars know the Thai woman takes no messing and as it's the cheapest pub around they've learned to keep chair flinging to a minimum.

De Bhál

Doyle's of Doyle's Corner, Phibsborough. I was in there over Christmas for a pint. Not rough just really pathetic.

Purple Mountain

Dail Eireann bar.. smell of testosterone and affluence had me gagging..

Reputable Rog

The Quin Ryan on Barrack Street Cork, sadly long closed. All pints €2.20 (2004) up until 6.00 when the price changed to an eye watering €2.40, Brandy and Baileys €3.50 all day.
There was a customer in there who told me that he was registered blind from alcohol consumption, he actually seemed quite proud of his disability and how he acquired it.

For Forks Sake

Reputable Rog wrote: »

The Quin Ryan on Barrack Street Cork, sadly long closed. All pints €2.20 (2004) up until 6.00 when the price changed to an eye watering €2.40, Brandy and Baileys €3.50 all day.
There was a customer in there who told me that he was registered blind from alcohol consumption, he actually seemed quite proud of his disability and how he acquired it.

I was in there on my stag (2006) some rare spot, didn't even have a door on the place

Mr Bradleys down the street was another quality spot.

ActingDanClark

"The Camelot " in coolock.
"The Chinaman" where the Radisson is now, the "blue lion" I think it was called on Parnell Street,, but the best/ worst was
" The sunnybank" in brayðŸ˜

Squatter

Purple Mountain wrote: »

Dail Eireann bar.. smell of testosterone and affluence had me gagging..

Presumably some of the private school socialists* were comparing their anticipated inheritances?


(* I'd be delighted to provide a list if required!)

I says

The gratton in Liverpool

As the banner said welcome to hell my arse you’ve never been to the gratton of a Saturday night.
Old ones with the toothbrush in the arse pocket.
Ya paid 10 sterling in and bought bottles of Bahamian breezer ya gave back your empties to get a fresh bottle.
No empty bottle ya had to give 10 for one you didn’t leave your bottle down. What a kip.

ActingDanClark

" clearys" i think it was called beside the north star. It was tiny and I remember in the early 80s the back wall was taken up by a screen that was used for hard core porn. And nobody was watching!!

josip

I was in Hamilton 19 years ago, but the bar we ended up in had a stripper in from Auckland playing strip pool on a Monday night.
It was amazing how bad she was at pool considering she played every week.

OldMrBrennan83

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corks finest

Pherekydes wrote: »

I see a few votes for The Towers, Ballymun. Never drank there, but I did work there for two years in the '70s. It was a total kip. Great barmen, though. Always looked out for each other.

I was standing beside a barman when he got a glass in the face. The perp got caught by the biggest fattest barman halfway across Ballymun. Beaten to a pulp and then dumped in the cop shop which was right beside the Towers.

Concur,had a few jars early 90 s,guys passing us with all sorts of merchandise (stolen obviously) including wranglers,shoes,even one entrepreneur trading in dodys 20 notes

degsie

Sheaf of Wheat, Coolock. Aka Whif of ****.

ActingDanClark

josip wrote: »

I was in Hamilton 19 years ago, but the bar we ended up in had a stripper in from Auckland playing strip pool on a Monday night.
It was amazing how bad she was at pool considering she played every week.

HAHAHA!!!

Cantona's Collars

I says wrote: »

The gratton in Liverpool

As the banner said welcome to hell my arse you’ve never been to the gratton of a Saturday night.
Old ones with the toothbrush in the arse pocket.
Ya paid 10 sterling in and bought bottles of Bahamian breezer ya gave back your empties to get a fresh bottle.
No empty bottle ya had to give 10 for one you didn’t leave your bottle down. What a kip.

I think I was in that place,skangers trying to buy the empty bottles for a quid. It was an absolute kip.

Claw Hammer

Jonniealan wrote: »

The old Chinaman in town somewhere some say it never actually existed, that it was an urban myth. But no i was in it about 17 at the time. Does anyone remember the Dublin Punk band paranoid visions well the lead singer was in there at the time and he decided to throw a shoe at me.

The most bizzare pub/place i have ever been too. Almost put me off booze if im honest.

The Chinaman was in Ship Street.

ActingDanClark

Can't believe I forgot these:- late 70s early 80s, the harp bar on O'Connell bridge and the nightclub in the gas company next door ( aka the killing Fields)

scopper

I can remember going into McGruders, Thomas St., early noughties, and after buying cans at the "bar" going into the main part and a hippie DJ was fighting some local scanger. Upstairs dance rooms were just partitioned by like rugs.

Didn't last too long like that if I recall. Also remember it was 20e flat rate in and then they let you do whatever. Bouncers didn't even come inside.

somesoldiers

scopper wrote: »

I can remember going into McGruders, Thomas St., early noughties, and after buying cans at the "bar" going into the main part and a hippie DJ was fighting some local scanger. Upstairs dance rooms were just partitioned by like rugs.

Didn't last too long like that if I recall. Also remember it was 20e flat rate in and then they let you do whatever. Bouncers didn't even come inside.

Didn’t they used to do Sunday afternoon Djs, keep the weekend party going...wu wu!

jh79

Cappagh House in Finglas, not sure how rough it really is but was the roughest i was in.

corner of hells

jh79 wrote: »

Cappagh House in Finglas, not sure how rough it really is but was the roughest i was in.

My Mrs is from that area , a friend of mine had two cousins shot dead in the pub and I know another bloke who had his legs broken and given a "Chelsea smile " outside it because he wouldn't stop breaking in the locals cars.

Odyssey 2005

The Blue Lion...

jh79

corner of hells wrote: »

My Mrs is from that area , a friend of mine had two cousins shot dead in the pub and I know another bloke who had his legs broken and given a "Chelsea smile " outside it because he wouldn't stop breaking in the locals cars.

I was there with a local, a few drinks after his fathers funeral. A bit mad but Eric Bristow was doing a PA there and he wasn't intimidated by the locals in the slightest.

suicide_circus

did the four roads on sundrive avenue change hands?

I says

Cantona's Collars wrote: »

I think I was in that place,skangers trying to buy the empty bottles for a quid. It was an absolute kip.

That’s the kip

skooterblue2

The Temple, Mullingar. Enuff said

frag420

skooterblue2 wrote: »

The Temple, Mullingar. Enuff said

Well I don’t know about anyone else but I’m intrigued to know more...

Fann Linn

I worked on a ship which dry docked in Belfast for repairs. After a number of nights on board I was finally persuaded by my Scouse mates to go for a drink with them.

We ended up in a local 'social' club called The Welders. I spent the whole night nursing a pint of lager and afraid to go to the jacks.

The night was wrapped up with a colour party of the UDA parading in with purple flags and belting out 'God Save the Queen'.

Needless to say I stood to attention and also belted out the words!

For the rest of the stay I volunteered to stay on board and do the fire watch.