Tag: bars

On May 10, new owner Manny Maloof and chef E.J. Hodgkinson relaunched the Porter, which had been closed since July 2022, with a new menu, 18 additional beer taps, and a renovated interior.

With a tongue-in-cheek name, Floridaman is a dive bar set atop BeltLine seafood shack Breaker Breaker. Set to open this month, the adults-only spot features a relaxed vibe with low-brow beach drinks and a limited food menu. “It’s meant to be more chill, but very irreverent,” says general manager Hannah Keller. “It’s a hangout spot.”

True dive bars have become harder to find in our ever-gentrifying city, where $16 cocktails are being served at every cafe and movie theater. Fortunately, the original location of the Righteous Room has been a reliable dive for more than 25 years.

A West African restaurant and bar is coming to Buckhead. Bloom Bar, which is based in Accra, Ghana, is slated to open its first international location on Roswell Road near the Buckhead Theatre on December 12, offering an introduction to West African cuisine, paired with cocktails “that resonate at home in West Africa,” CEO Kofi Maafo says.

In December, JoJo's will debut a major expansion, adding a dance floor, DJ booth, and additional bars and seating, essentially doubling in capacity. With the expansion comes a brand-new cocktail list developed by director of operations Benton Bourgeois and bar manager Qwesha Byrd.

Though it opened in the lead-up to Halloween 2022, Mambo Zombi is definitely not a Halloween bar. Despite the mai tai and Singapore sling on the menu, it’s not a tiki bar. Also, if you’re looking for it—you’re right, there’s no sign. But it’s also not a speakeasy.

Secret Santa ATL (also known as “Loose Lips”), a speakeasy hidden in a warehouse deep within Pullman Yards in Kirkwood. The brainchild of beverage director Marian Chism, the concept started as an off-handed comment she made to property owner Adam Rosenfelt. “I jokingly said, ‘You know, I could throw a speakeasy up in the tunnels and people would come.’”

The pinnacle of self-defense, apparently, is not a gun or a bat or a knife; it is a well-used toilet brush. “It’s the best weapon in the bar,” Mike Jakob says on Wednesday, taking a smoke outside Elliott Street Pub, the Castleberry Hill establishment he’s long owned with his brother, Pete. “You want someone to leave, you don’t even have to touch them if you’re holding a toilet brush.”

Amid a landscape of shiny new “West Midtown” development, a shabby old blues club is an oasis of old-school debauchery.

While founder Aaron Mattison is also the co-founder of neighboring Bar Vegan, which defines itself “bar theater,” Excuse My French aims to be the opposite concept, providing a tranquil respite with a minimalist vibe.