"In the more casual downstairs section of Buckhead’s Hal’s, a vodka soda’ed-up crowd sings along with a pianist who smoothly transitions from Ariana Grande to Fleetwood Mac all while puffing on a cigar. It’s reminiscent of a basement party where the parents upstairs pretend not to know you and your friends snuck in a case of wine coolers. The “more responsible” faction sits on the main floor, abiding by the dinner jacket dress code while cutting rare steaks on white tablecloths. Here, sales teams indoctrinate rookies, suede loafers see daylight again, and 35-year-faithful Hal’s worshippers return to their steak sanctuary. People who can only greet each other with handshakes Whatever pop songs the pianist can find sheet music for" - jacinta howard, juli horsford, nina reeder