Two words: Pigeon Coop.
Is it me or does this bar look like it belongs on the rooftop of a crackhouse after smoking angel dust... I swear I thought I saw Smokey behind the bar on a Friday night making my dwinks laced with that stuff. Mebbe, it was Hector... who knows, I ain't been the same ever since.
Rooftop bars is a good idea on paper, kinda like Marxism, but it just never seems to work out... Remember BED? That ghetto thing was put to sleep quick. And the ones at the W's around town ain't exactly packing them in the elevators up.
The area is "divided" into 3 classes (Oops, there goes Marxism, let's face, it's all one space with the bourgeois on one side and the proletariat on the other.) -- Earth, Air and Fire. Looks like Wind wanted no part of it because of all the Rain lately. Weather is always the main factor to the success of an outdoor bar and if it rains, there's nothing worst than watching a herd of drunks stumbling downstairs while you're trying to enjoy a dinner. The TV's in the chicken coop doesn't exactly spell out urban chic (there's a Taco Mac down the stweet). The patio decor reminds me of a community pool area, as does the hours here, 5-11pm. This joint is not terrible, it's just been done so many times over, it's ghetto fab. Have a dwink and a smile then head out elsewhere.
This ain't no Boogie Wonderland... The mirror stares you in the face and says "baby, uh uh it don't work". Mebbe, it'll get Groovin' in September without the cloudy days. Ba de ya.
You know why there's no other reviews... Nuff said. Meh.
2.5 stars.
866 West Peachtree St NW
Atlanta, GA 30308
(678) 412-2402
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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