1245 Glenwood Avenue Southeast
Atlanta, GA 30316
Fulton County
Phone: (404) 622-8686
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by ella a. on Let me start off by saying that I have been a patron of this venue since 2004. After my last experience seeing Bonobo there a few weeks ago, I am now hesitant to ever return. A few years back the Glitch Mob played here and the club packed it in to double the capacity of the club. Then they apologized because of so many complaints and undersold the next show there to make up for it. The Bonobo show displayed the club's carelessness for people's experiences. How am I supposed to enjoy the show if i cant even move? Those tickets were expensive too, I think we deserve a minimum amount of space. Plus what would the fire marshall say? And I have seen people faint before at concerts. If that had happened, there would have been no way to help someone quickly with the way that club was packed. Its cap is at 500, yet they manage to let pepole in even though the show was sold out 300 people ago...i just dont get. Well, maybe i do, thats another $1000. End Rant.
by Shayne Fiorita on You shouldn't leave a hamburger place hungry. I heard about this place on Tuesday and was determined to go by the end of the week. Walking in on Wednesday night, we thought we'd found the coolest, new place that might become a date-night staple. At 7, the place was packed; we got seated in about 15 minutes. The sleek, white decor is great. There are big tables for four, and we assumed they would have us share a table with another couple of diners, but they didn't. There are also fun-looking booths for 6-8 and you can eat at the bar. While waiting, we already decided to have the vodka battered onion rings and the asparagus tempura. Once seated, we first encountered drink issues. Every other full bar in town carries non-alcoholic beer. Flip does not. My other half ordered an apple martini (I assert there is no such thing, but that's another story) and, without warning, it came with the glass rim dipped in cinnamon. Once he wiped it off, he said it was okay. We ordered the Po Boyger, a burger made of shrimp bound with a small amount of mayonaisse, and the Southern, a beef burger usually country fried (we asked for just a regular beef patty) with pimento cheese and green tomato catsup. Also the onion rings and asparagus. There was a bit of a wait on the food and I realised they don't crowd the tables because the kitchen couldn't handle that volume. Finally, the food arrived. The shrimp burger was sublime, and we'll be tempted to go back at some point just to have one again in spite of everything else. Yet the beef burger arrived rare, even though the server had not asked us how we wanted it cooked. I like rare and thought it perfect, but most would have sent it back. And the burgers are so small--the size your mother used to cook for lunch when you were little. The asparagus tempura, laced with fresh dill was awesome! The onion rings were good, too. Each had a dipping sauce. The portions weren't meager but they could have used more. While we were eating, the manager flitted by and said, "Everything okay guys?" without looking us in the eye or stopping so we could say more than "Yes." The food was good and different but for $8, to offer such a small burger with no sides is a bit much. The sides are about $4. So it's basically a $12 burger, unless you spring for the $45 Japanese kobe burger. Had they served french fries with the little burgers, we'd have still ordered the sides and then left satisfied. (Even better would be to bring diners fries while waiting on the burgers and sides.) You can order a milkshake for dessert, but if you want something solid and sweet to get you to full--I was craving a decadent brownie--forget it. Nice try, but next time I want to fill up on a good hamburger, this foodie is going to Five Guys.
by Robbie Stelmach on Wooooooooooooooooooooooow, just simply friggin wow. It is so rare when I pull the rendered speechless and trumped card, but a few hours ago it totally happened and I will never be able to listen to Patsy Cline's "Crazy" without picturing a near 50 year old woman in white baggy grandma panties and a black mesh teddy dancing on a bar. Yep, welcome to the ATL's Clermont Lounge!! So during my Atlanta adventure this week, my trusty tour guide and resident CM, Deanna J, mentioned that there was a strip club on the famous Ponce De Leon strip where old ladies danced. Of course, this immediately intrigued my twisted sense of adventure and when in Atlanta....go see old strippers that have pretty much been put out to pasture, right? Right! And since we had an hour or so to kill before our UYE, we decided to go for it and check out what will now plague my dreams and turn them into nightmares for quite possibly years to come. Thanks Deanna. As soon as we walked in, it was a wow, this is gonna be awesomely disgusting and fantabulously rad all at the same time kind of moment. Why? Oh let me tell you why... First there's the bar. It looks straight out of some movie where you can bet your Fat Bottom Girl dollar that Skynard will be playing, only tonight it was Sade and Patsy. What? Then there was the bartender. Oh my God, that bartender. Not only was she doing shots but she was jiggling her, shall we say, female love sacks for a gentleman sitting at the bar watching the dancer. And this woman had to have been pushing 65 with pancake make-up to boot. Oh and then there was Dancer #1. To get an accurate picture, imagine a woman with a gutt who could be, but oh Lawd don't let her be, preggers dancing like a slow to the take special kinda lady. I'd say she easily had a good 4 month six-pack rocking her belly region. Then imagine a slight cock-eye. Then have her take off her, um, bloomers and expose the goods for all the world to see. Yes, stick a fork in my pig's foot, because i am done and scarred for life. Then there was Dancer #2. The term, "I don't think you're ready for this jelly" comes to mind and I think a little, "They're jigglin baby, go 'head baby" also enters the picture as this definite "Fat bottomed girl" made "the rockin world go round" Jeez Louise. I gotta give this girl credit cuz working with that much untoned ass and lulling us into a hypnotic state of shock and awe was quite the feet. Wow. Again, just wow. Finally there was Patsy Cline dancer #3. This woman was old and wearing the kind of white baggy cotton underwear you only wear on laundry day and pray you don't get hit by a car and rushed to the emergency room only to have them cut your pants and expose your disgusting choice in undergarments. Yeah, that pair. She was snappin her fingers and shakin dat ass and again, wow. Then there were the guys in attendance here. One moved 3 seats over to offer to buy me another round. And they say love can't happen in a matter of minutes, pshaw! He might be missing teefs, but he'll keep my glass full. Then there were the dudes begging for Fat Bottom to dance to Sade. Then there was the guy who licked his finger and then tapped his lips with a dollar in his hand...because that's hot. It was just a visit into a world you don't see everyday and like I said, I am rarely shocked. I mean, for Christ's sakes I've seen a pregnant midget stripper dance before, but that was like a Hallmark card compared to tonight. And in case you are wondering, I loved it!!!! :) -
