Cheesy? Yes. A little gray around the edges? You bet. But this smoky, thirty-two-year-old spot at the end of a strip mall still promises an unforgettable night out—however you may define it—and the best people-watching in town. A Saturday night can beckon to the jam-packed dance floor sleazy forty-somethings in polyester, dolled-up cougars in three-inch pumps, Top-Sider-wearing frat boys, and Buckhead bottle-blondes looking for Mr. Moneybags.