Soooo, now we’re going to have a Prohibition-era speakeasy in Atlanta. Called…wait for it…Prohibition. Yawn. You have to enter an access code into an antique London telephone booth. There’s no sign. Secrets! Hand-chipped ice! Gourmet cocktails!
At this point, it just feels tired and gimmicky. Chicago, NYC and SF have already done this with various levels of success. Hell, Gossip Girl is making fun of it.
I’ll probably check it out at some point next semester, just to see how it stacks up…and if the drinks are any good.
To be clear, I think there’s room in Atlanta for a nice cocktail bar that has that 1920s feel, but I could just do without the gimmick of a password and a hidden door.
(via Creative Loafing)
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