Entertainment

In 1944 a handful of Trappist monks established a community in the woods outside of Conyers.

There’s a reason Lips Down on Dixie doesn’t hold its midnight screenings of The Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Fox.

In the predawn hours of July 5, 1985, in the eighteenth inning of a twice-rain-delayed game against the Mets, an unassuming Braves relief pitcher named Rick Camp smacked a two-out solo home run to send the game into the nineteenth.

Encountering vibrant murals throughout intown neighborhoods has been a happy surprise in recent years. But to really understand the magnitude of the Living Walls project that pairs local and international artists with brick and concrete canvases, set out on a quest to find as many 
as you can.

Atlanta’s venerable blues joint is named for one legend (Blind Willie McTell) and is the best place to see another: Francine Reed, whose soulful voice, feisty wisecracks, and dance-inducing songs mesh perfectly with the intimate dive bar’s New Orleans–inspired atmosphere.

To hear Akbar Imhotep, one of the rotating storytellers here, weave a Brer Rabbit tale is to witness a maestro preserving an almost lost art form.

You don’t have to go to New York for adventurous drama. The Alliance Theatre and True Colors Theatre regularly stage brand-new works, U.S. premieres, or reinvented classics.

“It’s like an adult Disney ride,” says Audrey. I’ve taken my girlfriend here, 723 feet above Peachtree, to show her Atlanta looks pretty from up high.

The ladies-lounge chairs are exact replicas of those in the throne room of King Tut’s tomb. You’ve probably taken such details of the Fox Theatre for granted, but won’t after signing up a guided tour.