One night, six kinds, in the order the city lays them out
Sunset first, because it is at half past six and it is the one thing the city does for nothing. A chair on the sand at the end of Soi 7, or a table on the pier with the bay on three sides, or a rooftop on Second Road eight floors up. The sun goes down behind Koh Larn and the whole beach turns to look at it, and for twenty minutes Pattaya is a resort rather than a reputation.
Then the market. Tree Town on Soi Buakhao from seven, which is a night market that drinks: food stalls at the edges, small bars around a courtyard, pool tables, a dozen speakers and a band at the back. Eat here. Then the lane: LK Metro, sixty seconds end to end, with reggae singers at Trench Town and the go-go doorways either side, which can be walked past. Then the hall: across Soi Diana under the Las Vegas sign, ten bars in a cold room with a stage at the end and a band from nine, six nights a week. The seats along the stage are ours.
That is four of the six kinds by ten o'clock, walked between. The fifth is the strip: Walking Street, ten minutes south by baht bus, which is clubs, go-gos, sports bars and a crowd, and which you should see once at midnight and can then decide about. The sixth is the pavement: the open-fronted beer bars of Soi Buakhao and Soi 7 and 8, a stool a metre from the road, which are best in the afternoon and the early evening and which you will have passed a hundred of on the way.
The band plays until 1 AM. Every page on this site is an argument for ending the night at a stage-side table, and the argument is that after the sunset, the market, the lane and the strip, a chair three metres from a drummer in a cold room is what the body wants.
What the city is at night, said plainly
Pattaya is a beach resort two hours from Bangkok that decided in about 1970 to be about the evening, and has not changed its mind. It has more bars per person than any city in Thailand, most of them small, open-fronted and on a stool, and it has a red-light trade that is the reputation and about a tenth of the reality. The other nine tenths are retired Europeans, Australian golfers, Thai families down from the capital, Russian and Indian and Chinese tour groups, and a large floating population of people who came for a week and stayed a decade. At nine on a Friday in Central Pattaya the average age is over fifty and the average drink is a beer.
The nightlife is walkable, which is the single most important fact about it. The triangle of Soi Buakhao, LK Metro and Soi Diana is a kilometre across and holds most of what the city does after dark that is not the strip. Walking Street is a baht bus away. Jomtien is a second town, twenty minutes south, with its own beach and its own bars and a quieter night. The rooftops are along the beach. Nothing needs a taxi and most of it does not need a plan.
It is safe, in the way a city that lives on visitors is safe: lit, busy until two, policed, and full of people who would rather you came back. The things that go wrong go wrong in the places built for them to go wrong, which this page lists so you can find them or avoid them. The bar this page is written from is at the back of a hall on Soi Diana, and every ranked list on the site puts it where Google's numbers put it, which is usually not first.