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Thinking we had reached the temple of Venus we eagerly dived in only to be met with an empty dancefloor with flashing pink strobe lights. We followed the steady stream of crowds into a local polytechnic which had a selection of big screens. Sid- groom to be and Paddy.
It was a sad sight after all the pre match hype and commotion. Many pubs and clubs, including those geared toward the gay community, are located in the Ostertorsteinweg district tram: 10. There are many wonderful bars in Bremen, Ohio at which to host a party. Maybe because we dared not to venture out into the heart of where the party is-a street called Rembertiring.
Bremen Gay Bars & Nightlife Guide│misterb&b - Rating: Public transport: Böttcherstrasse 3-5, 28195 Bremen. Bremen bars and clubs are great for adult birthday parties, bachelor and bachelorette parties, and of course for watching the big game!
A trip down memory lane today. I am thinking of Bremen again. Unfortunately, that marriage ended in divorce. Just after the Euro 2012 championships. Time to go back to Bremen maybe Sid. Bremen was not the most obvious place to go for a stag weekend in the summer. We were dreaming of something altogether hedonistic like Amsterdam, Riga. Somewhere warm like Nice, Barcelona or Greece. Unfortunately Ryanair cheapest flights from Edinburgh cater to a very select range of destinations where there is no prospect of the sun or sand or sangria. bars in bremen So when you tick those off the listthe next important criteria was that wherever we decided to go we could reach there from Edinburgh relatively cheap plus have a cheap place to crash at night. Which meant more beer money. Delete according to nationality Strip clubs and casinos were bars in bremen on the agenda-the groom had politely requested that to be exempt from the proceedings which we quite respectfully accepted. Sid- groom to be and Paddy. My best friends from university bars in bremen. At a price of 60 euros a night for the 3 of us it sounded perfect. Musicians of Bremen From the guide books- precious little of I could glean from the Lonely Planet Germany and some travel forums, I was given the nightmare vision that the four musicians of Bremen would be greeting us up from every window. Friday night is a bit different in Bremen from your usual in Britain. No rowdy, bawdy masses of hunting stags and layers of bulging feline flesh to be seen. There were crowds of people on the streets. A blend of young and oldall dressed very dapper and tres chic, spilling onto the pavement from the bars. Like their Mediterranean counterparts many were still dining at this late hour, eating al fresco on candlelit tables. The choice of food and places to eat were varied and budget friendly- first night I splashed out on an Italian diner- Spaghetti Carbonara washed down by a glass of Prosecco followed by a delicious Tiramisu all for 10 euros. Following night given the copious amounts of alcohol consumption we planned, a meaty, filling special doner kebab. Given the sizeable the Turkish migrant population in Germany this was the closest we were going to savour the local cuisine unless we were going to stuck into some currywurst. The first day we explored the city at a leisurely pace. About a 20 minute stroll from Das Viertel takes you into the centre of time and for the less energetic there is a regular tram service. Sid warms up for a big night of partying with. From where we were sitting the view was dominated by the twin towers of the Dom St Petri and also the equally impressive Rathaus. Lightheaded after a few Becks we got up and felt we needed some exercise and culture. We muscled in, obligatory digital camera in hand between a group of highly excitable Japanese tourists to see what the commotion was about. We suddenly looked up and found ourselves dwarfed by a tall statuesque Knight towering before us. Mind you this was all in German so we nodded her heads most of time in unison with the rest, the only time our heads perked up was when we passed the Becks factory and drank in the strong waft of hops blowing across us. Ambling off the cruise we found ourselves a lovely ice cream bar and one ice cream after another we ended up pigged out there bars in bremen the rest of the afternoon,  gratefully lapping up the sun and reserving every ounce of energy for our nocturnal beerfest. Maybe because we dared not to venture out into the heart bars in bremen where the party is-a street called Rembertiring. There had bars in bremen stories of numerous stabbing incidents around that time so we being two Asians and an Irishman we played it safe in the beginning of the evening and stuck it out at the Spanish Bar and followed it up with a bit of headbanging music at the Tackno Bar. South Indian tache man: Looked like something like this dude…. Somehow in our merry stupor we reached near the Hauptbahnhof at another legendary Irish Bar. On the moment of arrival in the Pit we were made to feel at home with some free shots of something vile. In between we had a very bitter pint of Guinness. We followed this with another choice selection of vile sounding shot cocktails- Slippery nipples and Buttery Nipples bars in bremen I remember correctly. By the time we left the pit we were literally flying. Thinking we had reached the temple of Venus we eagerly dived in only to be met with an empty bars in bremen with flashing pink strobe lights. Thinking the dancefloor might ot up later we headed to the bar and drinking ourselves silly with 2 euro drink offer of the night- Martini with lemonade. Rest of the night is a bit of a letdown. Of what we can remember. Sipping away on the rank tasting Martini cocktails we seemed to start seeing things clearly. Deciding we needed a different view we stumbled into an empty second dancefloor where I got second wind and started some very tacky tackno musak moves. The last abiding memory is me having a bit of a mental fit at Sid whose pupils I vividly remember being quite opaque and starry by now. Next day was a bit of a drunken haze.  It was our second and last night and a very memorable one because it was the night of the Euro 2008 final between Germany and Spain. The atmosphere on the streets around the Das Viertel was electric. A real sense of feverish excitement. Cars with the national flag passed us honking away like mad, masses of kids in the German National football strip were all milling around on the street since the afternoon kicking around ball and playing out the final in their minds, the kebab joints were temporarily transferred into steamy Turkish hammams where the Turks seem to be hotly debating the chances of the efficient Germans against the might of the skilful Spaniards. We followed the steady stream of crowds into a local polytechnic which had a selection of big screens. We just managed to squeeze in and were astounded at the number of people there-every vantage point had been secured. There were lots of boisterous Germans shouting away but a very sizeable noisy minority of Spanish were making themselves heard and pouring las ketchup over their currywurst singing any crap. The night was one to forget for the German as Spain triumphed through the individual brilliance of Torres goal. It was a sad sight after all the pre match hype and commotion. Streams of tears dousing the black, yellow and red cheeks while on the flip side the motley crowd of Spanish in toreros style were thursting  the red and yellow of their national flag in their crestfallen faces. Surprisingly and gladly there was no bull like angry reaction. The Bremeners sportingly accepted the defeat. After a period of mourning and chanting the Werder Bremen anthem they soon they abandoned their despair and one big fiesta impromptly assembled at the main junction of the das Viertel. Cars honking, bikes blaring their horns, stereos with cracked speakers tonking out a big dollop of Las Ketchup and Tackno mixed in for extra tacky German  emotion. We were understandbly weary after all the emotion bars in bremen the game and after plus the effects of our hangover so we wisely went to bed. Next day midday we headed back to the Airport under sunny skies-overall it had been a great stag do. 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The casino is open daily 3pm to 3am. Tel: 0421 - 125 65 Fax: 0421 - 244 3332 Email: info stoertebeker-bremen. There are many wonderful bars in Bremen, Ohio at which to host a party. Like their Mediterranean counterparts many were still dining at this late hour, eating al fresco on candlelit tables. So when you tick those off the list , the next important criteria was that wherever we decided to go we could reach there from Edinburgh relatively cheap plus have a cheap place to crash at night. Delete according to nationality Strip clubs and casinos were not on the agenda-the groom had politely requested that to be exempt from the proceedings which we quite respectfully accepted. By the time we left the pit we were literally flying. Casino Bremen's centrally located casino, Casino Bremen, Boettcher Strasse 3 tel. With plentiful flat screen televisions at a sports bar grill, you won't miss any of the action.
