by Burton Hara on The upstair of this nightclub gets pretty packed but the downstairs has an awesome vibe and a great ambiance. The downstairs is wood paneled with cool photographs on the walls. I liked the music which had a slight hipster feel, some dj named the chainsmokers was spinning. Great service, decent bottle prices. Would definitely go back
by Mickey Stakes on The W Hotel (the actual hotel not Whiskey Blue or the restaurant) is a cool experience, but lackluster in functionality or value. The decor and demeanor of the staff has attempted to be so trendy and hip that a lot of the normal comforts in a hotel come up short. For example, the lobby has a DJ who spins thumping techno music, but doesn't offer any coffee. The room is pretty cluttered with doodads and furniture with no purpose. Thus, if you are planning on having more than a couple people in the room plan on saying "excuse me" a lot. In our room with two queen beds there were three wide nightstands and also a magazine table. The service is excellent. They're prompt and friendly, clean cut and present themselves well. The elevators are pretty slow, my group took the stairs most time so we wouldn't have to wait in any lines. The pool is awesome, but is nestled on a relatively small piece of real estate so it get quite crowded. The location is pretty sweet - right in the Buckhead thick of things. Also, by being a guest of the hotel you will have exclusive access to what seems to be the trendiest club in the ATL - Whiskey Blue. Your name is automatically on the club's list and you can simply take the elevator right up to it without paying a cover. That's a pretty awesome perk if you are into the whole nightclub scene. All in all, The W didn't really fit my value and function oriented personality. However, if you like to "see and be seen", and crave the trendy hotspot atmosphere, this place is worth the $200 / night.
by Van P. on Yeah, the wait is monstrous, the music is loud, and there are way better places to get Tex-Mex in town. Parking is a pain in the ass, and it's overrun with popped-collar undergrads. But this is also Monday nights on the patio with friends when we should have been doing our reading for class the next day. It's 21st birthdays. It's living through the bar exam. It's missing your chance with the perfect guy. It's cheese fries with ranch downstairs or migas with hash browns upstairs. It's spilling Mexican Martini all over yourself with the first pour until years later you were all too expert at it (all in the wrist).
