So, I live in Colorado. My friend moved to Florida awhile back and recently decided to come back to Colorado. He had the genius idea to fly me out to Tampa and then we would road trip it back. The only fucking places we have been to is cheap motels, fast food joints, and strip clubs.
I looked up strip clubs on Yelp and stumbled across Clermont. I'm a bartender in a dive, so I have a soft spot in my heart for these places. And it lived up to my expectations. Every woman working there was fabulous. I sat next to a girl who used to work there, and we made up a dance. The bartender was amazing and I got the infamous PBR can from Blondie. Also bought my friend a lap dance from her....I think he enjoyed it? Nonetheless, it was a great experience. Go there and tip a lot, its worth it.
Came here two nights last week, once to see a band play, and once on Saturday night for the dance party.
Remember your cash, this place doesn't take any cards!
Still the best dive bar in the city. Why?
The drinks are cheap.
There's constant entertainment.
The dancers are all friendly and come to thank you afterwards.
Blondie. DUH.
Music is good.
People are great.
On Saturday nights it gets so rowdy you feel like you're at the dirtiest dance club, and it makes everything right in the world.
As a music venue, it's great to have an intimate setting with the performance, and fun to see the dancers strip to the beat of the live music.
As a dance party it gets so friggin hot and sweaty you don't know who's who anymore. You leave covered in filth and wear it like a badge of honor.
You're sure to meet someone famous here. If they're not famous now, boy they will be after tonight!
The ratchetness here is phenomenal lol.
So I ended up here by way of FYLA and let me tell you... it was worth the drive after work! I got here at about a quarter to midnight, smelling like jail and hair a mess. I needed a dose of "WTF?!?" in my life, as I was long overdue for potentially getting into some trouble.
There's a good variety of people here; as one reviewer said previously, these are people who would probably never hang out in their everyday lives, but somehow this atmosphere is the perfect hub for acting out of sorts lol.
To get into the spirit, I took advantage of my free PBR (I hate beer, but when in Rome!) and danced all by myself. I tipped a couple of the dancers, my favorite being the "60 year old with 20 year old tatas" and a 1 year old wig. She kept doing some kind of airplane move that I thought was HILARIOUS!
I stood up the whole time because I was afraid to sit on any of the chairs. Yes, I was wearing pants but lets not act like "residue" wasn't plentiful. Once I see a stripper sitting on a chair in a thong, all thoughts of having a seat go out the window lol.
And to top it off, I got propositioned for a threesome! All in all, I'd say I got what I went for. I've since washed the smell of shame and old stripper off my body and out of my hair but I'm DEFINITELY going back! This shit here is just too much fun to pass up!
This place is a must go, if and when, your in Atlanta.
My husband took me for my Birthday.
It was a Jaw Dropping expierence.
We have been coming to Atlanta in the past and he kept wanting to take me.
If I had really known and listened, I would have gone a lot sooner.
Was going to stay for one drink, I don't drink.
I ended up having that one drink on a special occasion.
This was definitely the occasion.
We ended up staying for three hours.
Get there early so you can sit at the bar, it gets crowded as the night goes on.
I heard they have great live music on some nights.
I will look into that the next time I go.
Very Entertaining....
I'd really Love to See Someone Go in there & Make it Rain....
Lol
You will never forget this place for as long as you live...
I've lived in Atlanta almost a decade and I'd never been to this place. Let me tell you: I was definitely missing out. This place was awesome.
Cheap drinks, the kind of dive bar that's so bad, its awesome, and of course, the strippers.
Oh yes, what can be said about these girls? Well, I use the term strippers loosely, but god they're working hard for that money.
I actually considered visiting this place weekly with my friends (all of whom were first timers, like me) because we had such an amazeballs time.
DJ Dibiase did it up big... if you grew up in the south like me, you had wistful nostalgia on the base music and southern hip hop he played all night. I can't remember the last time I've danced that hard for as long as I did.
All in all, there isn't much bad I can say about this place. Its awesome, and, if you're not afraid to walk out smelling like sweat and smoke, I'd most def recommend this place for a night out.
I walked into the Clermont Lounge for the first time and asked my date where the bathroom was. He smiled and pointed to a location followed by, "Watch out for the flies."
You may think that's a funny comment, but there are flies in the bathroom. Typically I would say something to the effect of, "it's disgusting" but for some odd reason, the flies really gives this place character. In hindsight though, this place really doesn't need any more distinctive features. After all, the dancers are all very "unique" and "enjoyable" to watch.
I wouldn't say this is my favorite place to go to, but it definitely is an enjoyable place to go to. I can see myself coming back and I think everyone should com here at least once. If anything, it will definitly build some character.
A modern day speakeasy with roots so deep in Atlanta it has become an institution showcasing the cultural and ethnic diversity represented in this sprawling metropolis. To call this a dive bar or strip club would sell it short. It's an experience unique to this city and it's people that I have not found anywhere else in my travels.
Officially, the Clermont Lounge is Atlanta's first and longest continually operating strip club, opened in 1965. Located in the basement of the Clermont Motor Hotel, it has been featured on numerous shows and routinely entertains celebrities from around the world.
Nothing is typical here: beer is served in cans and bottles, nothing on draft. No food service, and depending on the night you may find karaoke, live DJ, or even poetry recitations. As for the strippers, well they are Atlanta royalty. Most notably Blondie, who is more famous for her ability to crush beer cans between her breasts than physical prowess.
Most interesting to me are the clientele: all races, ethnicities, ages, and trends are represented nightly. People who would never typically associate on any given day are in harmony and happy in this place.
Now for the must knows: it's HOT inside. Like hot and humid southern style. Fans help, but prepare to sweat. It's sticky and nasty. You'll stick the floor, it will creak and move, but that is part of the allure.
If you haven't been, go. Don't show up with standards and expectations, because the magnificence of this place will be lost on you. It's part of this town, it's nightlife, and embraced by it's people.
PBR me!
I don't really even know where to begin... I've only been to a few strip clubs in my life, and I feel like the Clermont doesn't really count. Yes, there are naked women dancing in the middle of the bar all night, and lap dances take place just about anywhere, but it is really ultimately more like a bar. And that's what makes it so damn awesome.
I took my hubby here for his birthday back in February and we loved it. We just recently returned and loved it even more. But again, it's a DIVE bar/strip club. And yes, I will reiterate: It is where strippers go to die. Some of them are hot. Some of them are not. Many of them make me have fewer personal body image issues. Plus there's: Cheap drinks. Good-tasting shots (what? yep, even the rack kamikaze actually tastes good, which isn't so easy to do these days).
If you get there before 10 it's free cover (but don't forget cash for inside! no debit, no credit, only the paper dollar allowed up in here) and you can sit front-and-center at the bar, which I personally recommend, cuz I'm creepin' up on 30 which makes me too damn old to be stuck at the back of a crowded bar with no where to sit or barely even stand -- which is what this place becomes by 11ish p.m. -- I am talkin' crow-ded! There's quite a few parking options around the area -- a lot behind, street parking around the neighborhood, but it starts to fill up as you get a little later in the night, too. The ladies bathroom is relatively disgusting and, with only one stall for all the women in that place (yep, even including bartenders and dancers), it gets to be painful to wait in line. My first time here, I just happened to see a hypodermic needle on the bathroom floor...ummmm...can we say skeevy? But hey, Anthony Bourdain's been here on his "Layover" show so I'm sure they can get away with just about anything at this point. Not to mention the list of celebs who visit the Clermont while they're in the ATL gets longer every month, so they must be doing something right, right? Right.
It's dirty, cheap, bawdy and a ridiculous amount of fun. Expect a dive with only 2 strippers that you'd expect to see, everyone else is just... you have to just see for yourself. Â There are no words. Being offered a lap dance by someone who should be retired in Boca is quite the experience.Everyone is so nice, even the crowd is pleasant. Very surprising experience =) Â Just know that they have $1 pbr's and it gets packed around 12am.
Review Source:This place is un-freakin-believably epic in all aspects. Â I was first informed of this place by a waiter when I asked directions to the nearest dive bar. Â When "60 year old strippers who crush beer cans in their boobs" was uttered, I knew I had to go see for myself. Â It's difficult to describe this as a strip club, as others have said, there are women stripping...but it's not really about that. Â It's one of those kind of places you just have to experience. Â First off, the staff and the entertainers are so friendly. Â I genuinely felt like I left with new friends (our bartender waited for us outside to give us hugs when we left). Â I also met several patrons from all walks of life...straight women, gay men, coupled, doctors, vagabonds, etc.. Â All on a Monday night. Â This is, by far, the coolest bar on the planet.
Review Source:"We must always tell what we see. Above all, and this is more difficult, we must always see what we see."
Charles Péguy
I have been thinking about this review for a while now- I wanted to find just the right words to convey the surreal world that is the Clermont Lounge. Â So many quotes came to mind: Â "The Horror" by Col. Kurtz was a front runner but the one I lead off with sums it up better I think. Â I cannot unsee what I have seen and therefore I must tell what I have seen...
For me to be stopped dead in my tracks as my brain is trying to form words while simultaneously firing up all the fight-or-flight responses is pretty rare. Â I have been around the world and seen all kinds of things, but this place takes the cake, hands down.
This night out started with some fellow Yelpers who live in Atlanta- they knew I was coming into town and they gave me the one and only experience you cannot get elsewhere. Â I have never been more pleased!
Upon entering I was greeted with a very large girl bent at the hips who was pulling down her little g-string thing and as I was trying to wrap my mind around the large girl part, the thing came down and I think I jumped a few feet - all my friends were laughing...
This was the start of a fantastic evening of drinks / shots / making out / more shots and breathing second hand smoke.
The dancers are WAY past their prime - I was too shocked to remember who was who - there was one who had the tits of a 20 year old and the saggy ass of the 60-whatever years she was. Â Â There was Blondie(?) who is apparently a fixture in that place. Â There were others but I was trying not to look - but it is like a train wreck - you cannot look away. Â
The girls are, to their credit, incredible - I suppose it is not easy to get up there and display to the the world your goodies - and they do show you all the goodies- roast beef and all. Â Frankly they were great, and the whole place was packed out- this is a full-on dive/stripper bar that delivers an amazing fun night out.
You will never forget your time here- trust me.
You simply must go - in fact you should even go out of your way to go here. Â It is that oddly good. Â Just run to church when you leave...
If the Clermont is cool enough for the likes of Dinero and Kid Rock, than it's hip enough for this cat. Â More of a Dive (who isn't game for a good dive) vs. a Strip Joint....hell I would even take my Mom and Granny here.
An Atlanta institution well worth a visit. Â Cheap beer, stiff drinks, and really cool hard working ladies....take care of them. Â Now, about that bathroom...;)
Not sure how to rate this. Â I feel like it is something that everybody should see once, but going twice will send you straight to hell. Â It is in the basement of a seedy old abandoned building. Â There was a $7 cover. Â It was everything I expected from seeing the Layover and from the friend that took me there. Â I knew what I was getting in to, which was cool. Â The only real problem was that there was a real crappy wannabe punk band which attracted every PBR drinking, sockhead hipster in Atlanta. Â It didn't sound like that was the normal crowd, but I would never go back or recommend it to people if it was. Â I will give it the benefit of the doubt. Â
The girls, well, were very confident with what they still had. Â It went from funny to a little depressing very quickly.
Regardless, or because, of everything you've heard about this place, pay a visit. You'll have a magical experience - and discover that magic does not need to be pretty to be beautiful. This is as real as it gets, and unless you are a douche, you'll understand why this place gets the most 5 stars for any place worth visiting in Atlanta.
One of my most prized possessions is the signature crushed can from Blondie. You can't witness that and not get wiser about the meaning of life at the same time.
Unique. I hope it stays like that forever.
I was told that if you come to Atlanta you have to experience this place once. It was definitely an experience, to say the least. It's an old, smokey, dark bar in the bottom of a hotel basement. There are "experienced" women stripping on the bar in the front. It's cash only and be prepared to smell like cigarettes when you leave.
Review Source:Nobody will read my review in this mad mess to talk this place up... but I just officially don't understand the hype over Clermont Lounge...
It's dark, dingy, dirty, the bar is held together with duct tape, two of my group had to switch chairs for fear they were going to break apart, the bathrooms are horrific, drinks are a dollar pricier than right across the street - and weaker - and served in little plastic cups...... all while you have the opportunity to listen to poorly chosen music and watch deliberately unattractive women take off most of their clothes.
We must have been too sober... or went too early... or didn't have a big enough group...... or...... I dunno, I'm reaching......
I guess I can say I've been there...... yay?
I had heard it described as "The elephant grave yard of strippers" and "Where strippers go to die". It is a magical place where strippers do not die, but live on in undeath and continue to ply their trade. lol
My favorite Clermont memory:
I took my best friend there for his 8th birthday ( leap year baby ) and got him a lap dance from a lady who said she would turn 67 the next week. He got to see it all.
Then he was treated to a blondie black eye.
This place should be on any must do dive bar list.
My sister, who still lives in ATL, sent me the picture of the for sale sign. Booo
This place must live on forever. Nothing should exist after WW3 but roaches and the Clermont.
Oh, Clermont, where to begin? Clermont is the pot of gold to Ponce de Leon's rainbow. The cake to everyone's inner fat kid. It's the one-night stand everyone never forgets. And one you end up wanting to revisit over, and over, and over again.
The thing is, to label this place "a strip club" is completely wrong. It's not a club. So knock that part out. A "strip bar"? Meh, maybe. This is the dilema I'm currently facing in trying to convince some friends to venture over here with me.
To me, it's more like one of those restaurants that has their "thing" Â -- Â be it a giant animatronic dinosaur, or say, memorabilia from times past all over the walls -- Â only that in this case, instead of a restaurant we have a funky-fresh dive bar with cheap drinks, a dance floor that is a downright hootenanny, patrons from all walks of life...
...and their "thing" *juuuUUUUuuuUUuuuuuuUST* so happens to be a couple of older women.... who happen to be naked... and maybe crush a beer can or two between their tatas when the price is right.
Not going here because you "hate strip clubs" is not an excuse. I tried that one once and I was put in my place the second I walked in. The magic to the Clermont is that it really does have something for everyone. No matter who you are you won't feel out of place. Young people like cheap drinks = check. Old people like saggy jugs = check. Working peeps like to let loose = double check. Creepers like to creep = check check check, and check. No matter who you are, Clermont has got something for you. It's a magic that truly has to be experienced for oneself to fully comprehend.
To summarize:
Parking? Yes, in the back or on the side.
Credit? No, cash only.
Cover? Yes, Fridays $3, Saturdays bring a 10-er to be safe.
Douche bags? Not that I've seen...
Have fun!
I have never ever ever been to a strip club and although you could hardly call this place a strip club (even though, yes, there are strippers traipsing around), this was my first time in an adult...place. As soon as I entered, I could feel how cozy the lounge was. I might actually prefer this place compared to a high-energy dance club. Everyone here is nice.
Unfortunately, when I came here, Blondie was not working :( Â Instead, we were told that her cousin was working and that instead of crushing beer cans with her boobs, she can crush cans with her butt. Â Adding more to our dismay, we didn't get to see her either.
However, I did get to see Porscha give one of my friends a lapdance. My friend's reaction to the lap dance TOTALLY made up for no Blondie. First words out of my friend's mouth post-dance: "OMG, I am traumatized." I laughed so hard. Porscha was a sweetie though. She squeezed my shoulder a few times and gave me a slight hug. We actually looked her up later and found out she was a porn star back in the day. Now, I can say I've met someone who used to be in the porn industry.
The crowd on a Saturday night was pretty tame. I'm surprised there weren't more people but it was comfortable. Like many others have mentioned, it's a cozy place to hang out. I don't think we were there too long. I'm so glad I went. I can check this off my bucket list of things I've done in Atlanta. This was long overdue.
It's cliche isn't it to even write about Clermont Lounge, but hey, I still use cliches so here it goes. Having just popped my Clermont cherry - no not my cherry in Clermont - I feel my raw feelings are best described as initial awe with the deer in headlights look. I aint no innocent thang mind you, but I've never been to a place quite like the Clermont. Let me say first of all, there was less stripping than I had assumed - a pleasant surprise since I have mixed feelings about strip clubs. However, I loved the female dancers' outfits and certain glory.
The crowd, wow. I couldn't have cast a better film scene. Emory grads, Hampton Beach like folk, young, old, black, white, asian - don't matter. All are to be found at C_lounge. One dude said to me on the dance floor pointing to an old man in a wife beater and an amazing character in shades - those guys are here every Saturday. I looked at him and said, and so are you then? He had that shit I just got caught feeling, sheepishly grinned, and walked away. Aw. The DJs are classic. Absolutely classic. One major complaint - more female bathroom stalls! One...with Venetian blinds as doors. One.. seriously?
I think I paid $10 at midnight and it was packed! There was a lot of grinding happening, but that may have just been the drunk-ass birthday celebration crew I came to meet.I almost felt like I was back at Ozone - Salisbury beach, 2001. Sigh good times.
Sometimes when you stare into the void, the void stares back(and winks!).
The Clermont Lounge is a little piece of unreality. It is the last place that your soul and the rest of you ever see each other. Sure, it clings to you, but it fades into the darkness as you stare upon wonders not meant for this world.
The Clermont Lounge has some of the friendliest strippers that I've ever encountered. Bo Peep, the 66 year old dancer, is a sweetheart. The drinks are inexpensive and the cover charge is hilarious for a strip joint(like 3 bucks for a Saturday night). It is the Caustic Whisk that supercharges your otherwise boring night.
I'll always love the clermont lounge as i came of age in its rotted womb.
the clermont lounge and i first met when i was 19. i had to use a fake id to get in (hell it wasn't even a good fake but they always let me in anyway).
i learned a lot at the clermont lounge. i learned that beer is delicious. i learned that gay folks are regular people (bear with me, i was raised in rural republicanville). i learned that people with lots of tattoos are generally nicer than those without. i learned that woman want sex too. i learned that i love the blues. i learned that having long chats with a sixty-something stripper a few days before exams was a great idea... Â
no seriously, when an elderly women (who seconds earlier was flopping her depressingly deflated titties/labia around on stage) tells you its in your best interest to stay focused and study hard; it hits home. hard.
the clermont lounge also helped me with the ladies. when i grew a little older (read: could get in legally) i pushed all manner of prissy southern belles into its seedy underbelly. first date go somewhere nice, second date take em to the clermont. if they recoil in horror, that was that. but if they unexpectedly hop on stage to help out that unconvincing transgender who was too sloppy to remember the words to sweet home alabama? ...keeper!
ahh, so many memories... there was that time when blondie's tits started bleeding after a crush gone bad, that time i figured out that guy was a multi-millionare, the time i ran into seth greene, that time i was offered a "courtesy handie" from a man who was there with his wife, that i time woke up OUTSIDE the clermont lounge at 7:30am on a wednesday morning, that time i had to console my crying buddy after he found out his girlfriend was cheating on him with bill mahr (im not making this stuff up folks), that time a friend took his conservative mother to the clermont after losing a "sure" bet ...oh clermont lounge i love you.
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ok this isnt much of a review but you get the idea. this place is what you make of it. the clermont lounge can be a 'hell hole' or a 'hell of a hole'. there's no doubting which kind it was to me.
The last time I was here, my friend projectile vomited onto the floor and nobody in the room looked remotely surprised. Â That tells you something.
I've been to Clermont probably over 20 times. Â When I say that to people, they laugh and think I'm joking. Â I just stare right back stone-faced and say, "no, I'm completely serious."
As covered by other reviews, Clermont is a strip/dive bar filled with ugly, fat, and old strippers. Â If you really want details on that aspect of the place, you can read the numerous reviews that are heavy on the descriptions.
For me, Clermont is just a fun time. Â People aren't getting off to the strippers, they just happen to be there. Â On Saturday nights, the place turns into a disco dance party, and it's almost like a club. Â Yes, I've seen people hook up at the Clermont. Â No, I have not hooked up at the Clermont.
Drinks are incredibly cheap here, which is a huge plus. Â Cover is $3 on fridays, $10 on saturdays (because of the 70s DJ). Â Saturdays are more fun in my opinion. Â On Tuesdays, they have Clereoke (karaoke). Â I sang "My Girl" once while a stripper danced to the melody, which is one of the highlights of my life.
The bathroom is disgusting, and I mean really disgusting.
I've had a lot of hilarious things happen at the Clermont. Â I took people there who I thought were really laid-back and open-minded and they were horrified and left immediately. Â I've taken super religious conservative people here and they had a blast, even tipping the strippers. Â I've seen a bouncer pick up a guy and literally throw a patron out of the bar head-first through the door, like in the movies. Â And I've had my friends secretly purchase a lap dance for me, only to find after the dance was over that an acquaintance of mine happened to be right next to me seeing the whole thing. Â That wasn't even awkward.
I love the Clermont, and you should too.
I'm not a religious man, but the Clermont Lounge is one of the few places in Atlanta for which I am willing to wave my hand in the air and thank the Baby Jesus. The Baby Jesus is my favorite Jesus because he's cute and cuddly, doesn't preach, and is loaded with all that swag from the wise men. However, regardless of whichever Jesus is your favorite, you need to visit the Clermont Lounge at least once before you bite the big one. This place is more than a landmark - it's a life experience. In an effort to prepare newcomers for their first foray at the Clermont, I give you the following 10 tidbits - in no particular order.
(1) It's not about jublies, biscuits, and bootays. About 1% of the Clermont's patrons go there to get sexually aroused. The rest of humankind just goes there for a good time.
(2) If this place doesn't get you laid, nothing will. The clientele at the Clermont is among the most diverse of any venue in Atlanta - from Ponce dwelling street urchins to college co-eds. There's really something here to please anything with a pulse.
(3) The jukebox is for dancers only. In order to appreciate this rule you need to understand that the dancers are the ones dropping it like it's hot, hour after hour - too many encores of Rick James's Super Freak can result in a fractured hip.
(4) Dress lightly. Even in the dead of winter, this place gets hotter than satan's lair.
(5) Â If you can't afford to tip, then stay home. This isn't the place where strippers come to die - it's the place where they come to stay alive - and they need tips to do so. Gawking eyeballs and gratuitous compliments won't fill the gas tank.
(6) Wear your dancing shoes. Whether it's karaoke, live music, or a DJ spinning 70's funk, the dance floor at the Clermont is among the most memorable in the city.
(7) Blondie won't drop a PBR in between her girls for less than a Hamilton, and a lap dance will cost you a Jackson. Don't disrespect an Atlanta institution.
(8) Cash only. There's only a cover charge on the weekends - $3 on Friday, $6 on Saturday from 10PM-11PM, and $10 thereafter.
(9) If you have any respect for your vehicle, do not park in the lower lot directly outside the entrance. It's a jungle down there in more ways than one. Instead, park in the upper lot along Ponce or on Bonaventure Ave. Â
(10) The drinks are strong enough to put hair on the chest of a woman with alopecia. Order accordingly.
WIth that, I encourage you to pay the Clermont a visit - whether it be for novelty, necessity, or sheer desperation. Regardless of your motivation, the experience will never leave you.
First, a big Thank You to Cocaine Carla* Â Â Â Â [*not her REAL name. Â She's here paying for college. Â Really. Â Her son's college, maybe, Â but still paying for college.] Â for making my trip to the Clermont truly memorable. Â :) Â Without her providing an interesting evening of manic laughter, interesting anecdotes, life-stories of the regulars and dancers, and veiled hints at pleasures and perils lying in wait in the dark "champagne room" (really just a corner of the main room), this could have been just another smoky, saggy adventure. Â
This is a FUN bar. Â Probably one of the best things to do here is to crowd-watch rather than boob-watch. Â I had hours of entertainment by keeping my eye on the door and seeing the looks of astonishment, awe, disgust, amazement, and joy on the faces of the unwary travelers who wandered in.
One of the most fascinating things about this bar (aside from the fact that beer is only $2.75 AT A NUDY BAR) is that it is a strip-bar that isn't really about stripping. Â Oh, there's plenty of geriatric gyrating going on, but this place is all about atmosphere. Â It's a local dive with some nekkit dancers. Â
None of the dancers appeared to me to be under 40, and some of them actually looked pretty dang good. Â Cocaine Carla*, for example, was in her fifties, and wore it well. Â Her energy levels were way beyond amped and amusing (say no to drugs, kids) but she was the life of the party. Â Â [*not her real name]
Whether you enjoy the dancers or not, you HAVE to enjoy the complete lack of pretentiousness in this place. Â Drinks are reasonably priced, bar staff are reasonably attentive, and people are in a great mood. Â There isn't a pall of WRONGNESS in this place that sometimes hangs over other places where women stand naked waiting on dollars. Â This place just FEELS right, somehow.
The clients of the place are a WIDE cross-section of folks. Â Hipsters, yuppies, lawyers, college kids, doctors, blue-collars....this place is kinda like neutral territory. Â A melting pot of people coming together to witness the spectacle.
If the Mos Eisley cantina existed in Atlanta....this would definitely be where Han and Chewie would hold their business meetings.
Ah yes - how can I not review you Clermont Lounge!
When I take my friends here we have such a blast. The women on stage are having a blast. It is a body friendly place. The drinks and barkeeps are fab. And really- it is a kitsch, preposterous, awesome thing to watch the dancers put in their own coins, pick their music from the old jukebox - and have fun.
This really is an Atlanta Icon! It is something you should do at least once if you're visiting. It makes me happy that it exists in this world. Rock on Clermont Lounge!
Clermont you filthy slut, how have I never reviewed you?
I always heard about the Clermont growing up. The elephant graveyard of strip clubs. I have to say that name fits. Coming here when I was finally old enough was somewhere between a joke and a right of passage. To this day I still get pumped to bring new people here.
You will see it all here. It's funnier to come here sober for me because it's breathtaking to see just how drunk people get at this fine establishment. I was waiting in line to get in one Saturday night and I saw a guy literally get tossed out the front door and through a table. Then I stepped forward past the poor sap as they let a couple more people in the door- business as usual. Then more recently a drunk girl standing in front of me decided it would be a good idea to pull a strippers pony tail. Bad move. This tiny dancer went into full-on old-lady-stripper rage, which was briefly directed at me until I shamelessly pointed at the girl in front of me with both hands. I'm not your fall guy. Make your bad life choices somewhere else lady.
I wouldn't park here. The lot is small and always muddy. By my calculations, there's no way all of the people driving away here are sober (not endorsing, just saying). Drinks are cheap, and the bartenders are awesome. It's cash only so plan accordingly. They have an ATM but it charges you around 5 bucks and it not always working. The bathrooms take dirty to a new level.
If getting sloshed with naked old ladies in the basement of a condemned hotel sound like a good time to you then buckle up, keep both hands inside the vehicle and enjoy your ride.
Went here last Tuesday night/Wednesday morning for the first time and it is an interesting place to say the least.
No cameras are allowed in the bar, there are women wearing what appears to be maternity stripper clothes doing Karaoke while the "dancers" (if you want to call topless, out-of-shape middle-age women with knee braces that) sort of shuffle around the center of an altar of liquor bottles while bartenders sling pricey but potent drinks your way (I couldn't finish my whiskey and coke because of it was so stiff). Â
I can honestly say the sights and smells of this establishment will never leave my mind.
I love this place, as much as I love every yelper who wrote a comment on this page. You guys are part of the legend!
I came here with my coworkers and I am the only lady. We got very good seats at the bar - around 10pm Friday night. We just couldn't help tipping EVERY dancer, MULTIPLE times, for many reasons: 1) real grandmas  2) I love it that a lady spanked to Beat It. Beat it! 3) nipples on fire, yay! 4)trust me it was very entertaining, everyone was having fun. BTW the bartender with tattoo was smoking hot!
And I overheard a story: someone actually met his wife here, and it is where they had the first kiss! They've been married for years and come back to visit sometimes. This is what I call AWESOME. (Thanks to the lady who shared this story; add me if you see this review!)
Forget Buckhead, all the snobbish, pretentious people and places. This place is cool as hell, and I felt truly happy with the crowd: old, young, minorities, straight, gay... I'll definitely be back because I didn't see Blondie.
My favorite spot! I still don't know what it is about this place....I just LOVE it. Let me just say...you must be an open minded type of person. If you're closed minded and don't like to see the good in a person or place...stay the hell away. It is such a fun place and closed minded douche bags can suck it. ;)
Also, tip the dancers...they definitely earn it. OH...and do not touch the jukebox. lol.
... and if you have to use the potty...expect to wait a while
Everyone has to go here at least once...and if you live in Atlanta and haven't gone...WHY haven't you?!
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