The base camp for the bearded, tattooed masses is this rustic watering hole on the Atlanta BeltLine. That’s not a knock against the place—more like a dress code alert, so you don’t saunter in sporting Vineyard Vines or Jimmy Choos. Still, even the squarest diners will enjoy the approachable cocktails, a bar that opens onto a screened-in porch, and Navajo fry bread with Benton’s country ham. 684 John Wesley Dobbs Avenue, ladybirdatlanta.com
This article originally appeared in our November 2015 issue.