ATL Reviews With A Bite!
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Stepping into Tavern at Medlock tonight, solo while my wife was out of town, was like slipping into a ‘90s Atlanta time warp - complete with old-school 40-inch TVs, back when those boxy screens were the pinnacle of sports-watching glory. The bar buzzed like a communal jukebox, alive with clinking glasses and chatty patrons swapping tales, making me itch to bring my wife next time to dive into this retro revelry.
The female bartenders, quick as lightning with a friendly grin, slung cocktails like alchemists; my Uncle Nearest whiskey neat was a smoky masterpiece poured with precision. The whiskey selection shines, though the tap beers play it safe - think classic hits, not craft brew anthems, which fits this tavern’s throwback soul.
The menu, sprawling like a diner’s greatest hits, had me skeptical about quality, but my Philly cheese steak wrap landed with bold, cheesy swagger, even if the grease left a glossy calling card.
Service was swift but leaned more “get ‘er done” than “let’s be pals,” missing that extra warmth I craved. No sweat - the lively crowd around the bar, framed by those vintage TVs blasting sports, turned strangers into fast friends, filling the gap.
With its wood-paneled charm and nostalgic heartbeat, Tavern at Medlock served up a night worth raising a glass to. I’m already plotting a return with my wife to claim our stools at this bar’s vibrant core.