The 25 Worst Apartments In Sitcom History

Sitcoms have been gracing the airwaves for half a century now and good or bad, they all fall into similar story tropes. One of the most classic repeating rites of sitcom passage: the crappy apartment. These are a collection of the twenty-five absolute worst dwellings to ever appear on the screen. From apartments that are essentially one big room, places that are barely bigger than closets, and beyond. As you read just remember, your place could always be worse.

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Written by Frazier Tharpe (@The_SummerMan)

Sure everyone in Jerry's building generally has nice apartments, but a good look at Newman's in the classic "Andrea Doria" episode revealed that space isn't the only key to having a nice place. Decor is crucial as well and the fat mailman took his love of food to the next level with his. Ice cream cone and donut furnishings are everywhere in sight, and really man, a hotdog phone? What's the bed, a giant hamburger?

Everyone always hates on Friends for falsely depicting the NYC apartment scene – 20 somethings that are definitely not rich, in places with that kinda square footage? Either we missed the part where its revealed the gang actually sold hard white on the side, or we call b.s. If anyone’s crib was close to something resembling real-life, it was Joey’s, which let’s face it wasn’t bad. But while it was roomy, content wise it was a shithole. The kitchen table broke? No problem, use a foosball table instead! Chandler’s door is sawed in half? Who needs a full door anyway! Yea this one remained an eyesore until Monica reupholstered it after she and Rachel lost a bet and were forced to trade pads.

By the time Leo's apartment was finally shown in full he had already split town - without telling anybody. Still, we're betting it looked just as terrible when he was occupying it. The random homeless guy was probably the centrepiece then too.

Alright technically this isn’t an apartment but that’s kind of the point. James Marsden plays Cam and Mitchell’s new neighbor, a dashing masseuse who immediately puts them under pressure at first sight. The crush fades when they discover he’s actually homeless – and bunking in daughter Lily’s plastic princess castle. Hey at least he's got a roof over his head.

Oh what Elaine will do for some good Chinese food. Every New Yorker knows the plight of living just outside the delivery zone of your favorite spot, and Elaine’s thirst for the best dumplings on the Upper East Side drives her to hang out in a janitor’s closet of a building within parameters. However if you keep hanging out in a janitor's closet, after awhile people are going to start to think that you belong there. Is great Chinese really worth hauling garbage?

How tragically ironic is it that the world's biggest TV fan lives in a shithole that can't afford cable, but is too earnest to steal it like the rest of his neighbors? Thankfully Jack rectifies that - not with a new apartment, though he could afford that too, but a dope flatscreen, leaving Kenneth the page to explore the wonders of cable TV such as that terrifying Spongebob character

What a match made in heaven these two are. Among the many similarities they share, both aren't really about that whole, as they put it "cleaning and throwing stuff away" life. As a result their crib is a complete and utter shithole, that they happily inhabit. Too bad poor Ben doesn't share their dirty indifference.

While her on-and-off love saga with David was currently set to 'Off' Darlene went and shacked up with Jimmy, a ballet dancer. Their place is just as crappy as you'd expect from college students, but really, could they do much better in Lanford, Illinois?

How Nanny Fine, the fine Fran Drescher, would ever let an argument with Mr. Sheffield drive her out of the comfort of the playwright's plush mansion is beyond us. But it did, only for an episode however because the apartment her dim-witted friend Val found was quite the downgrade, to say the least.

Being 30+ and having a roommate in a tiny apartment is bad enough, but things got way worse for the duo when Spence's nutty mom moved in. Just wrong, on so many levels.

Upon returning from San Francisco in early season two, Lily was in search of a new place, and when Ted and Robin come over to her new apartment for a housewarming they're dismayed to see just how shitty it is. It's one of the classic 'everything in one room' scenarios, where the toilet and bathtub are barely two feet away from the front door and the bed...folds out.

We're not sure what you call this...space, although it looks like something a serial killer would inhabit. Lonely mattress on the floor, a million random chairs and a bunch of other assorted creepy Rafi collections. Worst brother-in-law, ever.

Charlie is in the same boat as Spence on King of Queens, adult and living with a parent, but even worse since he and probable dad Frank's place is utterly disgusting. They use the radiator as a hot plate and urinate in cans so it's no surprise that the place is eternally filthy. Oh and did we mention they share the same bed?

It's not easy being a struggling artist in New York City, something folk band members Jermaine & Bret know all too well. Most starving artists live in small holes in the wall with roommates, but beds in the same room? Damn, guys, taking it back to freshman year of college.

Well it had to live up to the title, after all it's not called "2 Lower Middle Class Girls." Yup Max and now Caroline's place is pretty appropriate living for two down on their change waitresses. Still, we'd love to know what Williamsburg apartment has enough room for a horse.

Max, the slacker of the group, is known for bare minimums but his loft is a whole other level of terrible. That's not fancy exposed brick - no one got around to finishing the walls. There's also exposed wiring, a dinner table set made of old barrels, and bird poop on the floors, which would indicate a live pigeon is around. Poor Dave is forced to set up shop there since his chick y'know, ran out of their wedding. Too bad it's only a one bedroom. Did we mention there's a man living in the rafters and observing their everyday lives and interactions? We're guessing he wasn't on the lease, if there actually was one.

Apparently robots don't need space. Fry and Bender decide to become roommates, a decision that proves problematic when it's revealead that Bender only lives in a two meter stall. Standing room only.

This is why we usually leave the designing up to the ladies. When Topanga leaves Cory to spruce the place up, she returns to find out that he typically fucked it up even more. The worst offense: yellow paint. Sheesh, that's even uglier than the name Topanga.

The witness protection episode is a classic sitcom trope, and the relocation house is almost always guaranteed to be impossibly horrendous. Still, Family Guy might take the cake: the place was so decrepit that Peter fell through the floor within seconds of walking in.

The Sklar brothers, twin comedians you'll probably remember best from their brief stint on Entourage, had their own extremely short-lived sitcom on MTV over a decade ago. The 'sit' of the com was pretty simple: sketches took place in their fictional selves unbelievably shit-tastic apartment, hence the title. No mystery why it got canceled so quickly.

Ah, the new apartment hunt, one of the least fun, most frustrating experiences ever. While Louie is looking for a new place for him and his girls, he comes across some truly beautiful places (beautiful to the tune of $7 mil) and some truly awful ones. This particular place currently houses a cantankerous half-nude old man in one of those apts where it’s basically just one big room, with the oldest appliances and ugliest paint imaginable. If that weren’t enough it also apparently overlooks a street corner where shady government abductions routinely take place. Needless to say, Louie passed.

Every newlywed couple has the less-than-optimal starter apartment experience, but Cliff's eldest Sondra had an especially bad one. This is another 'everything in one room' situation, with great features like an oven that goes up to 95 degrees and a window frame that must be hit in specific spots with a hammer before it actually opens. Not bad for the daughter of a doctor and a lawyer, huh?

One time for all the New Yorkers trapped in this scenario that is all too real. NYC, in all its big city bright lights glory, has its fair share of apartments that look out onto some superbly shitty views, and Kramer has the misfortune of his crib lining up perfectly with a new restaurant’s obnoxious, 24 hour red neon sign. What was surprising was that the usually self-obsessed Jerry actually volunteered to switch with his buddy during the ordeal, which he soon came to predictably regret.

Put yourself in Cole's shoes. You're living with your mom but she's decidedly hampering your game with the shorties. Martin and Gina can't stand your hospitality for more than a day. What's a playa to do but get his own spot right? Dude was so happy to finally have a place to call his own that he didn't realize it was actually a hell hole. Once again, everything in one room, a fridge with old Chinese food in it that isn't Cole's, oh and the "guest bed" is actually the fold-out ironing board. You were doing better at Mom's place, son.

It was easy to see why Jazz spent so much time at the Banks residence after we got to see his place in the early series classic "72 Hours to Live." When Carlton and Will make a bet to see if the former could survive a weekend in the hood, it's decided that he will bunk at Jazz's crib (crib - house, dwelling or domicile as per Carlton's hip-hop flashcards) and to be honest, if we were Carlton we would've just taken the L.

All we see is the living room and that's more than enough. Peeling paint, fogged up windows, laundry hanging all over as if it's part of the furnishing and a random mattress leaning against the wall. We'd gladly submit ourselves to getting kicked out by Uncle Phil on the daily too.