More than thirty-five years ago, Johnny Esposito opened a bar where the Rat Pack would feel welcome. From the passion-pit color scheme and the haze of cigarette smoke to the two long, Vegas-style bars and the autographed headshots that cover every wall, nothing has changed since—thank God.
Don’t miss The memorabilia devoted to the King and the Chairman of the Board
What’s playing Sinatra, disco, Motown
The scene Like a reunion of the old Riverbend apartment complex
3771 Roswell Road
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