Lauren P.
Yelp
Smack dab in the middle of the Buckhead Bar Triangle, this place has seen more action than a Real Housewife of Atlanta. Redbox, Red Hole, That Dive Bar...whatever you want to call it, my Red Door Tavern is your quintessential hole in the wall.
I've got several great memories from this joint. If you want the full saga, join me for happy hour here any given Friday and I'll tell you some tales. For now, here are my top favorite memories...
When I first got to Atlanta after graduating from UGA, this place was a veritable who's who of preppy frat boys and drunk sorority girls; albeit, I knew most of them from my days on Milledge Avenue. There are a lot of hazy, blurred memories from Red Door - all of which I wish were more clear because those were some damn good times.
Then when I lived across the street at Matheison Exchange Lofts, I used to look down from my balcony to watch the spectacle at Red Door. On occasion, my boyfriend (now husband) and I would venture down to join the debauchery. One time, I was enjoying a glass of wine on my patio when a friend recognized me from 12 floors below. He called my cell, commanding us to come down to Red Door with him and his brigade for happy hour.
Then recently, on a warm spring afternoon, I was the only girl at Red Door besides the bartender! I think every gent in the place turned to look at me when I walked in. The bartender gave me a Bud Light for only $2 and I went outside to enjoy the patio. I sat there reading (a pocket collection of essays by Faulkner of all things!) by myself waiting for my friend to join me and no one bothered me. It was actually quite nice.
Plus, Red Door won't tell you no if you want to bring your dog with you! During my most recent happy hour, while reading Faulkner, a beautiful golden retriever moseyed out of the bar to join me outside. There's nothing sweeter than living in the South, reading Faulkner, sipping a cold beer and petting a nice puppy at an awesome bar like Red Door Tavern.