Pizzeria Vesuvius reopens with Edgewood Speakeasy
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The speakeasy’s cocktail menu notes some classics alongside the Trick Pony, a Moscow Mule variation that’s every bit as bright and drinkable as it should be. They’re also offering some twists on boilermakers that look interesting. Thankfully, they’ve ignored the price inflation that’s been happening at other cocktail joints. Most the drink prices I saw were around $8.
We found our friends in the back. They had that glow of finding a new spot in their neighborhood. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I’d been emailing with a publicist about the revamp all week long. They’d discovered it on their own, after all. Even if the speakeasy thing has been done plenty of times before, there’s something fun about finding good, unpretentious cocktails behind bookshelf in a pizza shop.
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— Tony Rehagen, All Hail Terminal West
UPDATE: Eddie Owen takes to Facebook to address his Eddie’s Attic firing
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it’s a pretty simple story. Alex Cooley owns Eddie’s, the decisions are his to make. He who owns the coins makes the rules. He fired me. It doesn’t make him a bad guy, it’s just a business decision he thinks best.
AKA Blondie celebrates the eccentricities of a Clermont Lounge legend
When Atlanta filmmakers Jon and Brantly Watts finally screened “AKA Blondie, their 52-minute documentary for Atlanta’s most famous stripper this spring, Jon will cop to being a little nervous. The doc, the first in-depth examination of 55-year-old Clermont Lounge legend Anita Mae Strange’s life and times, screens this week at 9:30 p.m. at The Plaza Theatre. “She came over to our place, we popped in the DVD, had some wine and ended up finishing the project the way we started it with just the three of us,” says director Jon Watts. “We were all a little nervous, I think. We held hands. But Blondie loved it. We were really focused on presenting her story in a respectful way.”
15 years later, Uncle Green preps for Rycopa album release party at Smith’s Olde Bar
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“Honestly, for me it might as well be the next day,” Brown reflects as “St. Lazaro,” the Jensen-penned opening track to “Rycopa’s” second disc soars to life on the speakers and animatedly bounces across Gal’s computer screens.”It’s really strange.” Adds Jensen: This doesn’t sound dated to me. It was not tapped into any zeitgeist at the time then and it isn’t now. It’s not necessarily timeless but it was always our own thing.” Explains Brown: “It helps that it’s not topical at all. There are songs about Egyptian pharaohs, rednecks and Jerry Lewis on here!”
Cover of the Day: November 1987
He wears his sunglasses at night. (You know the rest.)
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When Cathleen Smith first met Tommy Lasorda Jr. in the early 1980s, the Chanel-suited model was partying it up at Studio 54 and Xenon with the B-52’s and serving as occasional arm candy for legendary Hollywood producer Robert Evans. Upon being introduced, the son and namesake of the iconic Los Angeles Dodgers manager inquired with an arched eyebrow: “Cathy Smith, huh? So, what’s your real name?” The party girl whipped out her passport, stuck it under Lasorda Jr.’s nose and issued the following advisory: “Never doubt my word again.” Lasorda Jr. was instantly schooled and smitten.
