I have been twice. Once on a date, and a 2nd time I took a Euro-trash friend there. The first time was on the weekend. loud music, mix of Emory students and many odd types. Overall a fun vibe and cheap drinks. We saw Blonde and the Little Red Riding hood. The 2nd time, upon entering at 9pm on a Wednesday I noted the place looked like the bar in the first Star Wars movie. Yes, that one. I ordered a couple of Ying Lings. I then mentioned to my Euro-Trash friend that the girl on stage (Blonge) is rumored to have AIDs. He immediatley walked out before having a drank. I finished one of the beers and soon followed to head to a more respectable place with my European compadre. Sleazy, dirty bathroom, cheap, good first quarter spot. Check. read more

A must see if you're in town...update your Tetanus and prepare to be amazed. Halloween night is off the hook but you'll want to double fist drinks to avoid the wait. read more

This place is hilarious. As the yelpers say its a great place to take an out of towner for the shock value alone. Only night I frequent this place is for karaoke every once and a while which happens on Tuesdays. It used to be pretty low key but the last few times we have been its been packed. I guess the popularity is spilling over from the weekends. If you haven't been here, what are you waiting for. If anything you will have a good story to tell your friends about what you saw, which usually cant be unseen. read more

"How do you sleep here will all of these trains?" My uber driver is unaware of the work of art that came from her mouth. "Easy." I slam the door behind me, I'm defeated, hungover, and ashamed. I walk into my house and take a long cold shower. Maybe I can rest easy today. [12 HOURS EARLIER.] "So, you're not gay?" "Last time I checked I was still very attracted to women." I've been marooned by my friends this evening; seemingly tossed into an uber to an unknown destination with these two girls we just met. We slam down some Jager shots and continue our conversation. "So, why the mustache, if you're not gay?" This is a silly question. "I don't know, I think it makes me look like my Dad. And I always wished I lived in the 70's or 80's, I think I would fit in well in those time eras." "That's a weird way to look at it." She kind of scoffed at me "Yeah... maybe. I remember when I was little I was playing in the back pasture of my grandparent's Farm one night when all of a sudden a bright light washed over me and hovered in the distant horizon, I was convinced for a long time I saw an alien spacecraft. I've recently come to the realization that I saw god that night." "What type of drugs are you on right now." "A mixture of thing. Mostly just booze right now." The night meanders on slowly, topless women float around me like constellations and I'm a gaping black hole tearing at the fabric of space around me. We eventually get a cab back to her house, her cousin still-in-toe. Maybe this could be the best 5th year anniversary of getting asked, "Where do you see yourself in 5 Years." read more

Okay. Let's just get this done with. This is not a 5-star strip joint. It's not as good as it gets. It's not. And I shudder to think of the world one lives in to give this place 5 stars. It seems like it must be bleak. Much like one night in Bangkok, a night at the Clermont Lounge will change your life... and I can't say it's for the better. I knew this was going to be the climax of my weekend trip to Atlanta. I knew it was coming. I was trying to put it out of my mind and concentrate on other topics: pulled teeth. Prostate exams. But nothing was going to change the reality: I was on a collusion course with destiny. But not Destiny. Although my party was pleased to discover that both Blondie AND Porsha (and the woman who sets her nipples on fire) were going to be gracing the place on the particular Saturday evening we walked in to the club. My party was pleased; I was terrified. ..... I don't know what to say. Have you ever seen 'From Dusk till Dawn'? It's sort of like that. I kept one eye on the door the entire time we were at the CL and I kept my jacket on. If something were to go down, by all that's holy & mighty, I was NOT going out in a sad strip joint. That wasn't happening. What was happening? Lots of things. In the spirit of not using a camera on premise (and shame on so many yelpers for taking pictures; I don't know why following the rules, having discretion and respecting people's privacy are so much to ask for), I'll speak in generalities: crushed beer cans; the most horrifying Little Bo Peep of your life; Grey-ed Anatomy; brain bleach; astrological signs that came to life (in a very bad way); tears (yes, people on both sides of the aisle shed tears and I was not one of them); panic attacks (I might have been one of them); a surprising amount of conventionally attractive strippers; being too numb, too utterly broken, to engage; Hey, Mr. DJ; Old Skool Dance Party; White Men Can't Jump... or dance; 'Hold my coat. Imma break it down for a bit'; 'In life, you have to decide if you're gonna live or die. If you wanna live, you better fight'; Never Been Kissed no longer applies; not enough Purell in Costco; 'Yeah. You definitely have something.' I came out on the other side of the wormhole and still have no idea where I am. 4 stars? I guess. It'll never happen again so... yeah. 4 stars. Why not? Save me an Eggo. read more

Upon my arrival to Atlanta (literally after picking me up from the airport), my friends brought me to the Clermont Lounge (They insisted it was a "thing I had to do" when visiting ATL for the first time). It was a Wednesday, and the bar had just the right amount of people--not super crowded, but enough of a crowd to do some decent people watching. We went right inside and ordered drinks CASH ONLY (Sucks to be you, amateurs) but there's an ATM that charges an extremely unreasonable fee so don't worry you can still spend money no problem. Listen, I don't want to ruin the experience and tell you every freaking thing that went on (I'm a lady for crying out loud!) But I did see breasts. And get drunk. And meet cool weird people. And possibility questioned the legality of what was going on around me more than once. And danced. And had a blast. Bottom line: if you decide to go to one strip club in your life because you are "curious" and/or under the influence and/or planning a bachelorette/divorce/birthday/YOLO party, THIS IS THE PLACE TO GO. Oh and I forgot the name of the dancer I was talking to, but she was from upstate New York Ithaca and she was AMAZE-BALLS. Thank you for making me not feel like a total creep! Clearly, it was my first time...in Atlanta ;) read more

so i and my girl were told to behave. its the clermont and we gave them so much money. new year's eve. when the clermont becomes this proper its the end of days. i'm blown away. i wish things were different. read more

I never really leave reviews to be honest but I feel like tonight I should- I'm from out of town and we wanted to hit a titty bar that's worth wild... this has NO pole. One dancer at a time. Everyone looked like they were 18 (not the dancers.... lol). 20$ entry. Yeah drinks are ok (7$ well).. but I won't be back. Nice door guy tho he was cool and the bartender was kind. But as far as strip joints...... not recommended. Yelp failed me for the first time! read more

Easily my favorite bar in America. And I love getting drunk. If you're in Atlanta and you don't visit the Clermont, you have severely fucked up. Don't bring your square friends, they'll ruin a good time. Seriously. I can't remember having remotely a bad time, because you know, drunk. read more

This is the greatest place in the world. It's Disneyland for adult shitheads. I want to get married in the back. By the time I got here at 11 PM, the bartender was shitfaced. I couldn't understand a goddamn word she said by 11:30. It's cool though; by midnight I had caught up and we shouted happily at each other all night like a couple of drunk children. I got a lap dance from a black stripper with the biggest tits I have ever seen in my entire life. After I finished motorboating her 36F breasts (I think I saw God), all she said was, "You should see my mom. She's a 36G." It will take me another 6 weeks to fully process and internalize that comment and its context. I made friends with a black dude named John. We traded hats. I think he was mildly retarded. I bought him a lap dance and he acted like I had given him a house. He was the best. I didn't even know I needed this place in my life until I came in and traded hats with a mentally retarded person read more

I don't bother explaining it to people. If I am pressed for specifics, I mention the quantifiable: Air, thick with smoke. Drinks, cheap in cans. Jukebox, full of tunes. Don't touch it. It's for the dancers. I've been a half dozen times in the past year and each encounter manages to top the previous. I've taken hardened, cynical touring rock musicians, degenerates, and NYC-supremacists and received endless, elated hugs throughout a debaucherous night, with hoarse, strained voices screaming above the Metallica karaoke singer, "thank you for bringing me here!" Blondie's niece is taking on the can crushing torch, but instead of wedging it between her breasts, she's squashing it betwixt her ass cheeks. It has its place and time, of course, but it's not as rewarding to not leave with a black eye from a titty slap [true facts]. It's an amazing, wondrous place, full of the characters you'll meet in the next great American novel: the refined, the Dixie deep fried, the repressed, the ostentatious, the dirty, the beautiful, the innocent and the guilty. 5 throbbing, smoky, heart spilling, can-crushing stars. read more

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) 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. (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. read more

The Clermont is one of my favorite things about living in Atlanta. I have a few rules though: 1. Go on a Friday or Saturday and even though the cover charge is higher ($10 cash), wait until after 11pm to go inside. I have been on a weeknight and also gone earlier and there is nothing sadder than being there with the lights up and the folks who are actually there for the strippers. This place is much better crowded; in the dark, and probably after a few drinks to loosen you up because you're going to see some stuff that you can't unsee! 2. ALWAYS wear closed toe shoes. Think your shoes stick to the floor in a movie theater? Imagine that ten times worse! Plus, at least 30 people are going to step on your feet. 3. Stick to canned beer. I don't know what kind of well drinks they are serving, but I am pretty familiar with the smell of gasoline. Avoid them! 4. Be prepared to shed layers. Even if it is cold outside, it is HOT inside. If your hair and makeup look cute beforehand, be prepared to let that go, because you will sweat like you have never sweat before. Don't worry about it though, everyone is as hot as you, so just hit the dance floor and embrace it. 5. Pee before you go and then hold it! The bathroom offers no privacy. Seriously, it is like a toilet with an audience. Skip it. 6. Shower before you go to bed that night. I know you're tired, but you'll thank me in the morning because even if you don't smoke, you smell like you just bathed in an ashtray. Trust me. I'm really selling this, right? Seriously though, the Clermont offers the BEST people watching in Atlanta. You'll see lawyer-types in khakis and collared shirts, sorority girls, tons of people celebrating their 21st birthday, and a guy who only wears red leather pants and is the best dancer I have ever seen. Everyone is welcome at the Clermont and it's a beautiful cross-section of Atlantans just having a ton of fun. It is the LEAST self-conscious place in Atlanta that I have ever been. DJ Romeo Cologne plays the best music. You'll hear Prince, Al Green, Marvin Gaye, and Michael Jackson. I typically don't dance in public, but when I'm at the Clermont you can't get me off the dance floor. And the strippers... No offense to the ladies, but I never really notice them. I think this is because it is so crowded and because it is the least sexy place in the world. That said, Blondie will crush a can of PBR between her breasts for a few bucks. Remember I said there are things that you won't be able to unsee? You can also be a real jerk and buy your friend a lap dance that entails being whacked in the face with boobs in a rather intense way. You will undoubtedly see the most diverse group of strippers you have ever seen--age, race, appearance, costume choice and dance style. Follow my rules and you'll have a truly memorable experience. read more

I have seen Blondie crush a beer can with her boobs and received a lap dance from Portia. After traveling abroad, living in the nation's capital, feeling the love of family and friends, graduating from college, and winning the spelling bee in 4th grade; at nearly 25 years old I can now say that my life is complete. read more

To round out my week long bender, the fabulous Kathleen M stressed the importance ending my drunken descent on the right note. I was, after all, stuck in Atlanta on a layover. "Gay bar or strip club, your pick" she offered. As a product of the south, I'm lead to believe two things, Kathleen and Atlanta do not fuck around. "6 of these, half a dozen of the other. Let's do both," I reply. "Good, I'll take you where strippers go to die." What Kathleen meant was, I'll take you to see 70-year-old women shimmying their fancy things for your dollar bills. These strippers were saggy in all the wrong places in the most righteous way. On a visit to the bathroom, one of the young "dancers" was standing buck naked. She told me I was gorgeous. "No. Like girl, you are gooooooorgeous." She approached me. Do you know what it's like to have a completely naked stripper coming onto you in a bathroom at a seedy dive? No, you probably don't. It was terrifyingly awesome. If this is last stop before hell, save me a seat. read more

The Clermont Lounge song (Sung to the tune of "it's a small world") "it's a lounge of laughter, a lounge or tears its a lounge of hopes, its a lounge of fear there's so much that we share that its time we're aware its The Clermont Lounge after all CHORUS its The Clermont Lounge after all its The Clermont Lounge after all its The Clermont Lounge after all its The Clermont Lounge" Wow. The Clermont Lounge. What can I possibly say that can add to all those who have gone before me? It really is as good as it gets for a dive bar. It is funny. It is scary. The characters here, both those working and those in the crowd, portray and provoke both feelings of hope and sadness. It really is the Clermont Lounge after all. Even after reading all the reviews, I never expected to love The Clermont Lounge as much as i did. The reality of the Clermont Lounge tore away at the stripper joint stereotype I had imagined it to be. It was not a strip club, although there were naked women dancing. It was not a dive bar, although it seems PBR in cans was the house favorite. It was not a club, although the Disco and 80's Funk shook the entire lounge. It was all of these, and none of these. It was after all, the Clermont Lounge. -The parking lot smelled as if an entire field of Cannabis had caught fire. -The stairway leading to the basement is scary in itself. I have seen all the Hostel movies, this would be perfect for the next one they do. -The bouncers seem to be very well qualified to bounce people. -The bar stays full with gawkers as the dancers perform. These are not dancers in any normal sense, but there is no other way to explain what they do. The dancers are old, overweight, tattooed, out of shape. Yet they are beautiful here as their "skin deep" personalities shine. They are friendly, smile, and are fun. -The dance floor remained packed the entire evening. I could not imagine better music to tie together the crowd, the shows, and the Lounge experience then the fun, high energy disco/soul/funk that played all night. The Clermont Lounge had better music and crowd than most "clubs". -Everyone seems to be here for fun. Everyone. Most dive bars have the usual one or two depressed or despondent, drunk, downers who sometimes cause trouble. I don't think you can find one here. It would be tough to stay glum in the Clermont Lounge. -Beer is served in cans and is cheap. I always feel cheap when drinking beer in cans, so this made me feel like I fit in. You can stand in line to get your drinks, but i found that if you find one good server, she will take care of you all night. -CASH ONLY! Perhaps most amazing is that most of the time you forget that you are in a strip club until a set of ginormous boobs pass you by, or you see Bo Peep performing a lapdance on a petrified twenty-something who was plunked down in a chair by his "friends". It is one of the funnest bars in Atlanta. The Clermont Lounge is awesome! Clermont Lounge song (continued) "There is just one Clermont Lounge, And it just takes cash. Beer comes in cans for Blondie to smash. Though the Bouncer's are outside, And the dancers are wide, It's The Clermont Lounge after all. CHORUS its The Clermont Lounge after all its The Clermont Lounge after all its The Clermont Lounge after all its The Clermont Lounge " (keep repeating until you pass out) *****************500th Review!************* read more

The last thing I remember from Saturday night is an elderly stripper named Porsche swaying in front of me as she lifted her breasts from a white teddy and pulled her panties aside for short intervals while chanting "Lookie here!" in a baby voice. Now I know what "Georgia Peach" stands for... read more

Wooooooooooooooooooooooow, just simply friggin wow. It is so rare when I pull the rendered speechless and trumped card, but a few hours ago it totally happened and I will never be able to listen to Patsy Cline's "Crazy" without picturing a near 50 year old woman in white baggy grandma panties and a black mesh teddy dancing on a bar. Yep, welcome to the ATL's Clermont Lounge!! So during my Atlanta adventure this week, my trusty tour guide and resident CM, Deanna J, mentioned that there was a strip club on the famous Ponce De Leon strip where old ladies danced. Of course, this immediately intrigued my twisted sense of adventure and when in Atlanta....go see old strippers that have pretty much been put out to pasture, right? Right! And since we had an hour or so to kill before our UYE, we decided to go for it and check out what will now plague my dreams and turn them into nightmares for quite possibly years to come. Thanks Deanna. As soon as we walked in, it was a wow, this is gonna be awesomely disgusting and fantabulously rad all at the same time kind of moment. Why? Oh let me tell you why... First there's the bar. It looks straight out of some movie where you can bet your Fat Bottom Girl dollar that Skynard will be playing, only tonight it was Sade and Patsy. What? Then there was the bartender. Oh my God, that bartender. Not only was she doing shots but she was jiggling her, shall we say, female love sacks for a gentleman sitting at the bar watching the dancer. And this woman had to have been pushing 65 with pancake make-up to boot. Oh and then there was Dancer #1. To get an accurate picture, imagine a woman with a gutt who could be, but oh Lawd don't let her be, preggers dancing like a slow to the take special kinda lady. I'd say she easily had a good 4 month six-pack rocking her belly region. Then imagine a slight cock-eye. Then have her take off her, um, bloomers and expose the goods for all the world to see. Yes, stick a fork in my pig's foot, because i am done and scarred for life. Then there was Dancer #2. The term, "I don't think you're ready for this jelly" comes to mind and I think a little, "They're jigglin baby, go 'head baby" also enters the picture as this definite "Fat bottomed girl" made "the rockin world go round" Jeez Louise. I gotta give this girl credit cuz working with that much untoned ass and lulling us into a hypnotic state of shock and awe was quite the feet. Wow. Again, just wow. Finally there was Patsy Cline dancer #3. This woman was old and wearing the kind of white baggy cotton underwear you only wear on laundry day and pray you don't get hit by a car and rushed to the emergency room only to have them cut your pants and expose your disgusting choice in undergarments. Yeah, that pair. She was snappin her fingers and shakin dat ass and again, wow. Then there were the guys in attendance here. One moved 3 seats over to offer to buy me another round. And they say love can't happen in a matter of minutes, pshaw! He might be missing teefs, but he'll keep my glass full. Then there were the dudes begging for Fat Bottom to dance to Sade. Then there was the guy who licked his finger and then tapped his lips with a dollar in his hand...because that's hot. It was just a visit into a world you don't see everyday and like I said, I am rarely shocked. I mean, for Christ's sakes I've seen a pregnant midget stripper dance before, but that was like a Hallmark card compared to tonight. And in case you are wondering, I loved it!!!! :) - read more

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" -- be it a giant animatronic dinosaur, or say, memorabilia from times past all over the walls -- 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! read more

I felt like I needed to rinse my eyes with holy water and hydrogen peroxide after visiting the Clermont Lounge. It was a hard night and I saw more than I ever needed to see. I never understood how much of a good sport Kevin L is until I saw a bounty of flesh placed in front of him and watched him handle it like any true gentleman. I also proved to a fellow Floridian that insisting I tip anyone is probably a mistake unless you want a lap dance from someone's grandmother. How's that for a tip? Anyways, this is probably on plenty of Atlantans' Must-See Lists and I can tell you I'm glad I came. I love having a good story that includes nudity, drunkenness, obscenities and not because I watched a John Waters film. Whom, by the way I imagine would love the Clermont as much as most do. read more

Oh me oh my, I cannot believe what my eyes were subjected to on my recent visit to the Clermont. The Snowpocolypse had recently barreled through town, but the Clermont remained steadfast and open. Unfortunately (or, fortunately?) there was only one dancer on the night our crew rolled in. She donned some Hanes-looking underwear which she fashioned into a makeshift thong, but she didn't have them on for very long. Folks, the dancers at this dive strip bar let it all hang out. Minus one star for taking at least a year off my life. The only choice I had in the matter was to drink, heavily. And dance. With my clothes on, of course. The music selection was killer as the dancer allowed Damien S and I to access the juke, a privilege typically reserved for employees-only. Go to Clermont Lounge, but brace yourself: this is adult entertainment that will result in laughs, not sexy time. read more

Alright, this place is NOTHING like the Pink Pony.. BUT definitely a "Must-See." There sure are plenty of great reviews on the Clermont already.. but I need to add a little something. The first time I went to the Clermont, I was with 2 friends. One who had not been there, like I, and the other who had been there. Since we were Clermont-virgins, our friend who had been there bought us a lap dance from Porsche (I don't think she gets the credit she deserves, being outshined by Blondie all the time). Porsche started out with some conversation.. she told us about her grandkids and mentioned "I'm the oldest gal here! I just turned 60 last month." So, Porsche gave us a lap dance.. and there are just not enough words in the English language to appropriately describe those few moments. Porsche was wearing a "Little Red Riding Hood" outfit which conveniently had elastic around the neck - for easy flashing - which Porsche took advantage of. Then she lifted up her skirt and said "Look at my peach cobbler, all you need is a spoon and some ice cream!" (I am 100% serious.. not exaggerating.) Anyway.. Porsche is forever ingrained in my mind and I have a great story for the rest of my life. Definitely a good time.. and I've been back several times since then! No more lap dances for me, though ;) In addition, I've seen Blondie, who of course crushes beer cans with her boobies.. and I've seen another young lady who will light your cigarette with her nipple.. seriously. In addition to the group of lovely ladies at the Clermont, there is karaoke occasionally.. and of course a full bar. The Clermont Lounge is located at the bottom of the Clermont Hotel, in the back. You have to take a big set of stairs to get down there.. I'm not sure if there's any other way. During the week, there is not always a cover, but on the weekends, there is a good chance you will have to pay $5 or $10 to get in. I try to take all my out-of-towners to Clermont because it's sure to provide some great memories.. read more

The Clermont Lounge is officially my favourite bar anywhere, ever. I want to steal it and take it back to New York with me. Let's just say that an elderly stripper with enormous teased blonde hair wearing a red cowgirl outfit spent ten minutes in the bathroom enthusiastically and in all seriousness imparting to me her passionate love for the tenderness between The Captain and Teneille. "Their love is just so real, ya know what I mean?" She told me in a Southern drawl and she adjusted her titties in her tight top. And this wasn't even the best thing that happened here last night. Not gonna lie, I was already drunk when I walked in to The Clermont last night. My first sight as I came through the door was of a floppy-boobied, beer-bellied mama completely naked and dancing badly on the bar. I was in awe, and so, so excited. We grabbed beers and watched some of the similiarly-endowed ladies do weird-ass moves wearing strange lingerie that moms in the 80s probably wore. There was only one stripper who was kind of hot - but if the strippers were actually hot that would take away from the charm of the place. I particularly enjoyed the toothless stripper who you know Cheri O'Teri from SNL would play if the Clermont was actually a joke... and thank goodness it's not. Well, you know what I mean. Between Southern hospitality and the fact that I was really drunk, I made BFFs with quite a few people, including some dude who likes to rock climb and is married, and who wanted to be facebook friends (duh!). A cute girl who said she came to the Clermont all the time told me that there would be awesome dancing in a few minutes and that I should dance with her. That was pretty much the only thing I needed in my life at that moment. Amazing DJs spun fun R&B and rap - the likes of Prince and Ol' Dirty Bastard, and people got down. The awesome thing is, this place is kinda like no big deal and at the same time, the biggest deal ever. Everyone was super chill and fun, and soon the dancefloor was packed. I am proud to say I got m'self several boyfriends at the Clermont (some sketchy, some cute), but even more proud that I got to dance with my new ladyfriend all night. It must be my mad dancing skillz, son. The strippers were still at it, too (they don't have mad skillz, though - which I think is kinda the point;). I love this place. It was the most fun dancing I have had in a bazillion years (it always helps when NO ONE knows you, too). Everyone in Georgia being simultaneously sweet and smutty pretty much made my life, and I'm not sure I really need to live anymore after having experienced such amazingness... buuuuuuuut I'll stick around so I can slip away to Georgia some other weekend and watch old ladies get totally naked while I get crunked. read more

Extremely nice bartenders & fantastic dancers. Worth the stop & feels like home. We need a Clermont in every city.

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition. It lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination... It is an area we call the Clermont Lounge. Doodie, Doodie... Doodie Doodie... read more

It's Clermont. Dingy. Smoky. Cramped. Saturday Fun. Saturday is the night to go. Sweaty dancing. Cash only. Unpretentious. Cheap beer. Don't look for wine. Boobs smash cans. Boobs hang low. Boobs light up. Boobs are a no-show. People watching galore. Napoleon Dynamite wannabes. City's citizens from all walks of life. Take your guests. Take your grandma. It's Clermont. #3 - #IconicATL read more

When people ask about the Clermont, I tell them that it's not so much a strip club as it is a bar that happens to have strippers. And not just any strippers, as you may have ascertained. There's the old lady who uses a handheld light-up rainbow ball thingy to flash you her cameltoe. Then there's the lady who attaches sparklers to her nipples. There's also the young chick who dances to 90s pop rock, causing me to get all weirdly nostalgic. And, of course, there's the infamous Blondie. There's not much I can say that hasn't been said already. Just get your ass over here, have a drink, and enjoy the show. Here are some tips: - Mixed drinks are cheap - Yuengling is NOT ($5/can) - If you're a beer drinker, go for the Bell's Two-Hearted tallboy ($6 if I remember correctly) - Cover varies depending time and day of the week - If the BBQ guy is out front, get a chili slaw dog! They're delicious. He usually shows up around 11pm. Great, now I have "Pour Some Sugar On Me" stuck in my head. read more

On a recent Monday night, there were approximately six other people at the Clermont. With the only ATM malfunctioning, the ladies were lucky to get a sad-looking one dollar bill or a handful of coins after a dance. But they soldiered on: a woman vaguely resembling Bettie Page with a knee-length cat tail appearing to light her nipples on fire. A full-figured dame past her prime lazily slapping her butt cheeks. Blondie's niece wistfully explaining that living in her aunt's celebrity shadow can wear on her confidence sometimes. The toilet in the ladies' room is built on a pedestal and only partially shielded through cracked, vented doors. But I don't mind watching a tired stripper pee between sets. I don't mind being cautioned by a dancer not to get Hepatitis on my shoes, or waiting patiently while she rearranges metal chairs between songs, or not being allowed to use the jukebox. Because here, I can sit, drink out of a can, and feel proud to be an Atlantan. read more

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. read more

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The Clermont. Nothing excites me more than when a friend says..hey, wanna go to The Clermont Lounge? I simply get excited, smile ear to ear, and get some $ out. This place is like nothing else. It's "been alive since '65". The place hasn't been cleaned since opening morning. And a remodel is certainly nowhere close. I like it all the better for it! No matter if you like Blondie who is known for crushing beer cans with her tatas, my favorite Portia who excitedly tells you she's 65, she'll be 66 September 21 ( yes I know this fact, which is troubling and I'm not sure what it says about myself) who loves to show her "peach cobbler", or another lady who you would swear is Rachael Dratch's mom, you're sure to be entertained! The crowd is the reason to go. It's freaks, homos, college kids, CEOs, Harley riders, Vespa riders, and dirty skaters alike. Don't come with pretension or attitude, you won't have a good time and more importantly...no one will give a crap! read more

Ever walked in a bathroom to catch your grandma stepping out of the shower? Never ask a fiery Nicaraguan to tip a stripper, lest ye be subjected to a full-nude lap dance that ends with blown kisses and a "God bless you." All kinds of the rightest wrong. read more

I been living in Atlanta for almost 10 years and last night I decided to check out the clermont lounge. I didn't expect much but when I walked through the doors I was speechless. It was stuffy, packed and a stripper who probably has 40 yrs stripping experience was dancing on the bar. To my left a crowded dance floor was fueled by the shirtless sweaty DJ. Beer was served in cans and a old lady was walking around and she may or may not have been offering lap dances. I posted up on the side and a couple comes in and starts making out in the chair in front of me. Imagine sex with clothes on and that was them. .. Can't front, I was entertained and the chick was hot. After settling in and taking in every thing I just described I thought to myself.. This is freakin awesome!!!! .. The mix crowd was just there to party with no judgments about anything and that was so dope. If you were fat.. Who cares.. Take that shirt off and hit the dance floor. It was all love. What this place lacks in aesthetics it makes up for in character. It's so much going on and if you don't take yourself too serious let your hair down and party with these folks. Everyone needs a WTF night so stop by to check out this spot and have some laughs and knock this off your bucket list. Leave all your expectations at the door. read more

Citizens, I must tell you that I am up for a fun time all the time so it was with a bounce in my step that me and my friends left a mediocre night in The Highlands and made the pilgrimage to The Clermont Lounge. I recall that it was my idea to go, and I thought it was going to be funny, but it was just gross. The whole place skeeved me out, and I kept my hands in my pockets. I had to give this old lady a dollar so she'd STOP showing me her junk. I know that's how this place is supposed to be, but I was unprepared for just how bad it would get. I was prepared to chuckle, I nearly puked. Spare yourselves and just go to the world of Coke or the Varsity if you want to visit an Atlanta institution. read more

"Blondie! You know what you are. Your nothing but a dirty son of a Bitch!" -- The Good, The Bad and The Ugly (1966) How does one describe the experience of the Clermont? I'll do my very best. Having been here a few times (okay more than I am willing to say out loud), this is the place where you seem to end up at the end of a night of bar hopping when someone in your group inevitably pipes up and says "hey, let's go to the Clermont!" I'll forewarn you, the place is pretty dingy. But as long as you know what you are getting yourself into and you don't mind strip joints, you should fare just fine. Now, this is not your typical strip joint - this is an Atlanta institution where people rarely go for anything except to say they have been to the Clermont. You'll find all walks of life visiting this establishment - people you would never expect. So you shouldn't feel out of place. Now when you visit, just hope that Blondie is working - she is the icon. She is able to smash and beer car with her boobs (no, not a joke). She has been dancing here for ages and the people really come out to see here when they can (no pun intended). I think of all my trips, there has only been one night when she was not working. If you have someone who wants to "see the Atlanta sights," welp, this is one of them..and it is notable. Things to know about CL, they often have great music playing, they drinks are pretty cheap usually, beers are served in cans (occasionally some bottles), the bathrooms are not pleasant usually (I make sure to go before coming here), the place is kind of sticky (not kidding) and it is hot..."damn hot...It's so damn hot, I saw little guys, their orange robes burst into flames. It's that hot!" Trust me, you don't need a coat in here - ever. But if you haven't, you should go once. read more

There are no words to express my love for the Clermont Lounge. Am I a weirdo? Most certainly. After nearly losing my voice at the amazing Alice in Chains concert, my husband decided to take me to a place his buddy took him on a prior trip. The infamous Clermont. He told me this was the oldest bar (or whatever the heck it is) in Atlanta, but far from your ordinary dive. It was located in the basement of an old run down motel. The BEST part: A woman danced topless on top of the bar. The catch? She did not meet the standards of your typical dream girl. Hmmm...What on earth did he mean by this? I had to experience this for myself. When we got there after a long drunken night in the city a bouncer was sitting outside ready to check IDs. It was a $5 cover, but we didn't have to pay for parking so we left him a tip in his clear plastic cup, or what would be his tip jar. There were obviously no door girls here. When I walked inside I was surprised to see my husband was telling me the honest truth. An extra large woman was on top of the bar dancing topless to a cheesy 80's song. Not only are there no door girls, but there are no djs either. The run down strip club/ bar had a dusty old juke box by the bar with a hand written sign that read " for dancers only" so basically the dancers chose and paid for their music. But don't worry fellas, she will shout out to the crowd and ask what you'd like to hear next. My husband and I sat at the bar and were greeted by a few other large girls and an older bartender. As I sat there sipping my strong vodka cranberry, I looked up at the dancer only to look away as she made eye contact with me. I just felt weird. So did the three business men across the bar who made no eye contact with her at all. No matter how much she jiggled her boobs in their face, they couldn't bring themselves to look up at her. She did have a huge fan though, who was out of his seat dancing to all the songs and tipping away. The Clermont had to have been one of my most memorable experiences ever. It was actually pretty awesome to see a sort of "strip club" that doesn't discriminate. Though the dancers are no Dita Von Teese, they are obviously doing something right since they are well known and have been visited by many celebrities like Morgan Freeman, Kid Rock, Anthony Bourdain, etc. You may feel weird at first, but you will laugh, sing your heart out and you will dance to some oldies but goodies! It's TOTALLY out of the norm, but that's why i love it so much! An absolute must for anyone willing to take on this experience! read more

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! read more

Everything about this place is so wrong that it's actually right. I somehow convinced my friends to go here after dinner at La Fonda. I mean, it didn't seem right to be a few blocks away and NOT go here. We walked up to the 'still closed, but up for sale' hotel and lined up to get a picture. Before we knew it, a homeless man jumped into our picture while he was chewing a sandwich. And that's how it all began... As we walked down the stairs, I felt like I was entering the twilight zone. Cover was $3 (it was still early) and as we entered, I was overwhelmed by the smoke. "Ladies" sauntered around the bar- all shapes, sizes and ages. When I was in the bathroom, a 64 year old dancer had a suitcase full of costumes out before deciding on the "vineyard vixen" costume. She is, after all, trying to retire in a couple of years. (That's what she said.) After Blondie crushed a beer can, a guy asked me to crush a beer can. I said, "Do I look like I want to crush a beer can?!" Blondie responded, "It only hurts a little!" But, I knew it was my time to go when the guy's friend yelled, "He said that you're the woman of his dreams!" Like many others before me, my life is now complete. read more

I have this fantasy about Portia De Rossi that is something like this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDULxo7tRiI), and gets even steamier. Sometimes though, we're just holding hands or riding on a bicycle built for two. Well kids, I got to "meet" another Portia last night, and it was like the antithesis of this little dream of mine, and I cherished every fleshy moment of it. read more

This place is the most disgusting place I have ever been. And I have been to places in China without indoor plumbing. This was worse. You first have to walk down some seedy stairs behind an old hotel. Then you pass security and walk in to one of the lost circles of hell. I want to shower now that I am home. It smelled like an ashtray, the "club" is tiny and dirty, the "bar" is a conglomeration of duck tape on top, and to be quite frank everyone that worked there seemed to be an absolute c*nt, especially the manager and "security" guy out front. I can't understand this place or how much people like it, and this experience is just one more sign that Atlanta is a shit city that just so happened to get really big and likes to tell itself it's a great place to live. I can't articulate how much I hated this place, enter at your own risk...and wash your hands. read more

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. read more