Tag: Blondie Strange
Tiny Lou’s pastry chef Claudia Martinez crafts an “Ode” to the Clermont Lounge dancer Blondie
Claudia Martinez, formerly of Atlas, Umi, and Restaurant Eugene, will lead the dessert program for the Clermont Hotel, including restaurant Tiny Lou's. The pastry menu is inspired by the history and folklore of the Clermont and includes an "Ode to Blondie."
Watch Blondie’s famous routine at the Clermont Lounge
No tour of Ponce is complete without paying respects to Blondie as she crushes Pabst Blue Ribbon cans in her inimitable style.
The Clermont Lounge’s dancers and bartenders really can’t wait to get back to work
For nearly two decades, Dona* has entertained and collected dollar bills from bikers, dive-bar enthusiasts, and tourists at the Clermont Lounge, the world-famous strip club in the basement of the eponymous and infamous hotel. But on a recent sunny Sunday afternoon outside an Austell biker bar, Dona was with family, accepting $20 bills and donations in exchange for one helluva car wash to help her and other Clermont dancers and bartenders pay their rent, bills, and grocery costs while the hotel is transformed into a boutique lodge.
Blondie Strange as the face of our city?
When Reconstruction-era booster Henry Grady first extolled the “New South,” did he envision Blondie Strange as the “face of Atlanta,” or would the sight of her dolled up as a belle in pearls and white gloves give him the vapors?
AKA Blondie celebrates the eccentricities of a Clermont Lounge legend
When Atlanta filmmakers Jon and Brantly Watts finally screened "AKA Blondie, their 52-minute documentary for Atlanta's most famous stripper this spring, Jon will cop to being a little nervous. The doc, the first in-depth examination of 55-year-old Clermont Lounge legend Anita Mae Strange's life and times, screens this week at 9:30 p.m. at The Plaza Theatre.
Blondie Strange
In a move that combines burlesque with recycling, Blondie Strange crushes Budweiser empties flatter than platters between her breasts without flinching, dismounts the stage, and pulls a Sharpie from behind the bar to autograph them for the hooting frat boys, intown scenesters, and gamy night crawlers who are waving dollar bills.