This is what has become of the legendary Turf. Aside from the name, not much has changed. On the plus side, only one dude was puking at his table. Couldn’t quite wrap my brain around the guy in the wheelchair out front whipping himself in the head with a seat belt buckle. Repeatedly. There is always something shady going on in here, but it’s one of the happiest gang of degenerates you’ve ever been slightly afraid of.

Ludi’s, Downtown, Seattle.

It would be impossible to describe how amazing this bar is to someone who hasn’t been here. ‘Me So Horny’ on the juke box with a Korean woman dry humping her pool cue, pulltabs and piss all over the bathroom floor, an over capacity fly strip above the toilet,  and a random dude sitting at the bar with a saxophone in his lap, who appeared to have no clue how to play it. I cannot recommend this bar enough, but DO NOT GO SOBER. You have to have just the right buzz to get down in this place. 

Joe’s Bar, Seattle.