Crossword clues for flophouse
Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English
The Collaborative International Dictionary
flophouse \flophouse\ n. a cheap and usually seedy lodging house or hotel.
Syn: dosshouse.
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
"cheap hotel," hobo slang, 1904, probably related to slang flop (v.) "lie down for sleep" (1907); see flop (v.) + house (n.). The explanation below is not found in other early references.\n\nIn one of [Cincinnati's] slum districts stands the Silver Moon, a "flop house" (i.e., a house where the occupants are "flopped" out of their hanging bunks by letting down the ropes) ....
["McClure's" magazine, November 1904]
\nWiktionary
n. (context US slang English) A cheap hotel or boarding house where many people sleep in large rooms. (from 20th c.)
WordNet
n. a cheap lodging house [syn: dosshouse]
Wikipedia
A flophouse (US English), doss-house or dosshouse (British English) is a place that offers very cheap lodging, generally by providing only minimal services.
Usage examples of "flophouse".
Still, this was the place Korchow had described: the narrow housefront sheathed in scaffolding, the bar entrance tucked between a peep show and a ComSat pay terminal, the drunks creaking up the rickety stairs to the second-story flophouse.
It creeps over the entire city, over the monuments and movie theaters, over the Panhandle dope dens and the flophouses in the Tenderloin.
Was it a respectable hotel or, because rooms were scarce, a cheap dive, a harbourside flophouse?
He was entering a semi-slum section, the area of flyblown beaneries, boarded-up buildings, flophouses and wine bars which lies adjacent to the Union Station.
They walked along the street outside the park, and turned into one of the many side routes littered with one-arm beaneries and 40¥-a-night flophouses.
I've come to in some pretty strange places in my time: from flophouses and fifty-cent dormitories where you could hear the crickets running footraces in the woodwork, to hundred-dollar-a-night suites with mink bath mats, where little lost ladies tapped discreetly at unexpected hours, trailing ninety-dollar-a-dram smells.
A mess - fly unzipped, crew cut matted down both sides of his head, beard let go for two days, holed skivvy shirt pushed by his beer belly through a few open buttons on his shirt - he pedaled away wobbly for the flophouse.
Blood banks, liquor stores selling half pints and short dogs exclusively, fifty-cent-a-night flophouses and derelict missions.
He spends a day recovering in a flophouse, then rises, shaves, drinks a cup of coffee, and strikes out in search of brass.