by Sara L. on We hosted a corporate dinner here on Wednesday, January 19. Unfortunately one of our executives set his iPad down in the bar area during drinks. When he was seated at the dinner table he realized it was missing but it was too late. It could not be located anywhere. We had a buyout so there were no other patrons in the bar, and we know that it wasn't anyone in our group that took it. There were only 5 staff working that night, but no one will come clean. I realize he should have been more careful with his belongings, but mistakes do happen and one would really expect some honesty from an establishment like this. We are extremely disappointed and will not be back. Pathetic.
by Caroline L. on The Gallery is so convenient to where I work, I can't help but go there a lot. I hit Old Navy to buy clothes and cut through the station to go places. Walking through the mall is not efficient though. People aren't rushing around, but I do it sometimes. I'm sad that the CVS closed because it was helpful to go there before jumping on a train. I've eaten at the food court, but not really by choice. The stores are kind of expensive, which is disappointing. I've gone there for bargains and ended up going someplace else. There used to be a dollar store on the top floor and it was fun going to Siberia to find it. I don't know if it's still there.
by Louvenia Delce on Oh, lawdy, where do I begin? What do you say about an infamous, oldest-running, saggy lady abounds kind of ATL strip club? You just take your hat off, put your hand on your chest, and (tears streaming down your face) say the Pledge of Allegiance. And God Bless America! It was my first night in the city and my friend was on a mission to introduce me to Hotlanta in the dirtiest, stickiest way possible. She scored. The place had a mixed clientele: bros, fratties, rockabilly, kinky older couples, and gawking out-of-towners such as myself. My favorite part of the Clermont has to be the woman's one toilet...and that toilet being separated by a dinky curtain. No door. And the line for the bathroom is also the dressing room for the dancers. Hello, long line...hello, conversation with dancers while they change! I met some nice ladies, and they told me how there were no bouncers and their manager is shitty and people throw quarters at them. It made me sad. This ladies need to be treated better! And they need their own dressing room. Such is the Clermont Story. The U-shaped, blacklight bar is flattering for those women "of a certain age." I say more power to 'em! My friend bought a lap dance from a 62-year-old Little Red Riding Hood. She looked like Paula Deen's older sister with a sandblast of makeup and fake lashes. Mad props, my friends. Mad props. Also keep an eye out for the Mother/Daughter duo. The drinks are cheap and strong. And you get shots in a Dixie Cup! What more can I say? The best people-watching to be had. But bring your dollah bills--these ladies deserve them.
