What is the worst pub you have been in.

[Bruno]

I was thinking it might be a great idea of compiling a list of international worst pubs. You know the type. If on holiday somewhere the one place you do not want to take the wife for a quiet lemonade. We have all done it where you go in a pub and 30 seconds later wish you had not bothered.

They do not need to be rough, dirty rude ect are all valid.

I have a couple of pubs I would recommend in Liverpool that I have not been in for years but were the same for 20 years to my knowledge.

The first is the Eagle & Child in Huyton. This is a real old fashioned blood soaked sawdust on the floor pub. The pool cues was chained to the table. Miss matched chairs as they often get broken. In over 20 years I never once saw this pub without at least one window boarded up. To say there was a a wave of hatred greeting strangers is an understatement.

The next pub down the road was called the Bluebell and I saw people with drugs and guns there say no more. People actually ended up dead outside that place.

Go on give us travellers the heads up where to avoid in your areas. shall be going to Rome and or Milan next year. Any hints?

[Une]

l am told the Gladstone in Skerries Co Dublin is a good pub to stay out of, yet it looks quite nice from the outside, but they would not let me go in.

[CDNSushi]

If you haven't watched the series "Britain's Toughest Pubs" check it out -- there are a few episodes on Youtube. This one about Aberdeen is great:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_guDN7IZ0U

I therefore nominate "Peep Peep's Bar" in Aberdeen as one of the world's worst...

:-)

[sathor]

It's not a pub, but the bar up the street from me in Piqua is dreadful. (Last Chance is it's name.) I went in to ask if they had Guinness on draft. Nope they said. I aked what they did have on draft, and the response was "Nothing. We don't have draft beer here"

There is a grocery store up the street 2 blocks. The beer is just as cold. It comes in the same bottles. And it is a hell of a lot cheaper. No seats there, mind you, but still.

[CDNSushi]

Lol. Reminds me of one of the opening scenes of the movie Desperado.

Short Bartender: What do you want?
Buscemi: Beer.
Short Bartender: All I got is p**s-warm Chango.
Buscemi: That's my brand. Oh, this is d**n good! Say, this is the best beer I've ever had.

(Thanks to IMDB)

[ForresterModern]

The Aerodrome. Used to hang out in that one in my knock down home town that was built in the remains of what had been a small plane hangar for the small local airport, which had long since closed. It was your typical rusting old galvanized steel quonset style building with the bar in the hangar and the toilets set in the old offices which had been set up on a plywood flood above the ground on blocks with a crawls space beneath for the pipes and such. The wood was so rotten that you would go right through the floor if you tried to sit on the crapper so you had to kind of hover above it kind of like you would if you were using a public toilet in Paris. We hung out there in our youth, when the drinking age was a bit younger than now but still not as young as we were, and played a lot of games of pool on their pool table whose felt top was so worn it was threadbare in a lot of places, especially on the bumpers around the pockets. The bar was dark and dank, leaky and dirty and staffed by a crotchety old guy who kept a shotgun under the bar, and who wanted to see your money before he would tap you a beer. The tooth-to-tattoo ratio of most of the usual patrons was generally pretty low, and they sold the rattiest beer imaginable from giant paper cups----but it was cold, and it was beer, and we were drinking it and having a good time. Place closed a few years after I left for college and was subsequently bulldozed and a bank sits on the site now.
But I remember fond times every time I go back to my home town for a visit and drive by the spot.

[auld argonian]

If this was a category on Jeopardy*, I would definitely run the board on it.

I better be careful because some of these joints are still around.

The Squeeze Inn. A bar built on a half of a Chicago lot. A regular lot is 30 to 35 feet wide so the Squeeze was basically built on a fifteen foot footprint. Thus, there was literally just enough room for a patron to squeeze in behind the crowd at the bar (it seems funny even referring to the crowd in there as "patrons"...way too nice a word for 'em). Beer in bottles and cans only since there was no room for tappers. I can't say what the men's room was like because I never stuck around this joint long enough to have to use it. Basically, if you stuck ten or twelve guys in a closet with a cooler full of Bud in the cans you would get the same effect. Definitely a "sip and sock": a two fight cover charge and a two punch minimum.

(Don't confuse The Squeeze with Chicago's famous Midget Bar...but don't forget that you didn't ever dare order "a short one" when you were in the Midget Bar.)

Lannigans. Only because the place was once a very regular South Side joint full of old locals and young guys who were straight from Ireland BUT I figure that they must have had a REALLY good St. Pat's Day and decided to spend the profits gussy-ing up the place. Really. I walk in one day and the whole place has been painted, decorated...all the lighting fixtures are new AND THEY MATCH! The ultimate insult was that all of a sudden the floor was level! I did eventually have to answer the call of nature and I note that they certainly didn't waste any of the money fixing up the men's room, though. I'm telling you, it could only have been worse if they hung up ferns in there.

Deja Vu. We really only went in there because we all loved the bartender, Jimmy Davies. The guy had tended bar through the 1950's, 60's and 70's and had more stories than the Brothers Grimm. The place was a pit, though. I seem to remember that there was one plank laid across the floor in front of the commode that was the only safe place to stand in the men's room. They also had one of those deodorant spritzing devices on the door of the loo that sprayed every time you opened or close the door. That helped a lot. That was sorta like hanging one of those pine tree air fresheners on the rear view mirror of a mens' prison bus. They had turtle races every Wednesday night so there was a huge aquarium full of the aforementioned thoroughbreds directly over the bar. Nothing like getting stared at by a bunch of turtles while you're drinking.

I'm going to give an honourable mention to the Cook County Forest Preserves here. Technically you aren't supposed to consume alcoholic beverages in the Forest Preserves and you are supposed to vacate the Preserves by sunset but try telling that to the gaggle of off duty cops that I was hanging around with one summer. When they threw us out of the bars at two o'clock, these guys just took a couple of cases and headed out to the Forest Preserve. One of the most annoying things was that they often tried to frag the odd raccoon out in the woods with their off duty piece. Charming. Obviously there can be no critique of the toilet facilities on this one as you only had your choice of ash, oak or maple. I'm sure that somebody would have called the Forest Preserve Police to report us but I think that their Chief was one of the prime instigators of these festivities.

Things have gotten so boring lately...

Best

AA

*Jeopardy, for the benefit of the non-USA members, is a quiz show where they give categories of questions for the participants to answer.

[Jack Daw]

Easy for me to state - The Johns Street Pub on Johns Street in the Wall Street area of Manhattan.

I ordered a specific brew, and after a couple of sips, recognized it as something else which I didn't like. I asked the waitress why she gave me a different beer than I ordered and she said the place was out. I didn't like my drink so I asked for a replacement and she refused to not charge me for the beer I didn't order. I got into an argument with her about cheating me and have never gone back. The food was sorry, too.

[Rob Wright]

Can't recall the name, but this place was around Placerville in California and they only served the worlds greatest beer.....Budweiser


Rob

[MacMillan of Rathdown]

With out a doubt-- The Grave Digger in Dublin. Right behind Glasnevin Cemetery.

Don't

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No foolin'.

Polite people drink at The Front Lounge down in Temple Bar.