Clermont Lounge

Great place!!! Atlanta staple. However, CASH only!!! ATM charges $ 10 to get cash out!!! Get cash before you enter!!!

The Clermont Lounge is simply amazing!!! Just the atmosphere and entertainment alone will have you coming back for more. It does get very crowded so definitely get there early to grab your seat at the bar. Be sure to bring CASH and plenty of it. The drinks are cheap and the dancers are fabulous! The cover is usually like $ 10/​person which is well worth it. They play all types of music and have an awesome dance floor. Oh yeah, and NO CAMERAS ;)
Everyone needs to see it for themselves!!!

Now this is my JAM! Clermont lounge is smoky, dirty and cheap. All three are favorite features of any epic dive bar strip club. Clermont is always packed and a blast. The girls are very nice and not pushy at all. PBR tall boys for $ 3 at the bar, can’t go wrong. I always soooo wish I could take pictures because honestly you have to be there to appreciate it but no photos allowed. I don’t even like taking my phone out for fear I’ll get booted haha. This place is one of those awesome things you must do when in ATL. Usually a $ 5-​$ 10 door charge and it is always worth it.

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.

Some say «Clermont Lounge is where strippers go to die.» I say, «it’s where strippers are reborn.» I mean, where else can I see a dancer stick sparklers in her nipples and light them on fire? (Her name is Cassie by the way.) Answer: only at Clermont Lounge aka the final stop before entering hell aka no hot shower can wipe off the shamefully weird film of craziness that you’ll experience in one night there. Things to know:
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I. LOCATION & PARKING
Find Clermont Lounge in the basement of the, oh-​my-​good-​God-​do-​people-​do-​meth-​deals-​there, Clermont Hotel. Nightmares — they spawn them. Anyways, take the descending stairs on the right, and on your left you’ll find a line of locals as curious, and hesitant, as you.
Regarding parking, supposedly, they have their own lot (follow the signs). For me, I parked on Somerset Terrace and walked on over.
II. PRICES
We went on a Saturday night, and it set us back $ 10 each. Beers — mainly national brands — range from $ 3.50 to $ 5. T-​shirts and hoodies are $ 15 and $ 35, respectively.
Also, the strippers take one-​dollar bills. More about them…
III. STRIPPERS/​EXOTIC DANCERS/​DIVE BAR ACROBATS
They might be out of shape. They might rock Hanes For Women, on their booties. They might have a few teeth missing. (I don’t think Clermont provides dental.) But, did I mention that Cassie stuck sparklers in her nipples and lit them on fire? I mean, that’s crazy impressive, since it’s clearly a fire hazard. And my skin is sensitive to hot water. Let alone burning, bursting flames.
During our visit, my fiancé and best friend (who both went with me) gave Amnesiaa (two «a“s) a few dollar bills, for the crazy number of twirls/​underwear removing trick she incorporated in her routine. Afterwards, she went to thank them, for the cash$. (Super nice.) She also encouraged them to like her Facebook page. I think my fiancé did.
Later that night, the crowd asked the legendary Blondie to crush beer cans between her boobs, but she shouted out, «y’all should know that I don’t do that in front of large groups anymore.» So, that was disappointing. (Blondie, how are we supposed to know this?)
Ironically, while I watched a few women from the crowd toss balled up cash into one stripper’s out-​stretched panty-​basket that was working her ass off (no pun intended), a slender woman with a thick accent leaned up against me and said, «sorry that I’m leaning up on you, but I’m a bit tipsy. And, I just have to say that this stripper (I forgot her name) is killing it.» I replied, «yeah, totally, but did you see the woman light those sparklers on her nipples? She answered, «totally, but this one is giving it all she has.» And on cue, the woman started whipping her panties at random faces in the crowd. She finally said, «I know this one is the best, because I am, too, a stripper. But from Europe… I know a good stripper when I see one.»
She then began to slur, «I’ve been to Magic City, Onyx, etc… and this one is clearly the best.»
All this happened before midnight, y’all.
I’ve never been to a strip club before (because I rather spend my money on food and never did the I-just-turned-18-so-let’s-hit-up-a-strip-club-thing), but if Clermont gets the approval from a European stripper, then that must mean something.
IV. ATMOSPHERE/​DÉCOR
In addition to the stripper area/​bar, there’s a tight dance floor with two levels. And I have to admit, the DJ was surprisingly… pretty awesome! He threw down LLCOOLJ, Michael Jackson, and other classic 90s hip-​hop and R&B tracks. I mean, what’s not to like?
As others have mentioned, this Old Fourth Ward speakeasy is incredibly filthy. So filthy, that touching the floor or walls with any of your exposed skin will likely get you Hepatitis. And no, I did not dare take a piss in the bathroom. (Thanks for the tip, Unilocalers.) In other words, it’s charming.
A few tables and private rooms exist in the back. They are for the creepers. Don’t go there. Not even your eyes.
V. OVERALL
Going to Clermont Lounge for the first time is like losing your virginity all over again. It’s awkward. It’s dirty. It’s sort of life-​changing. But no matter how bad or how good your experience is, you want to do it again to see what’s in store for your second rodeo. Not to mention, my relationships with my lovely fiancé and old school homegirl were strengthened that night. I can also see Clermont as an excellent venue for team building or acquiring a new blood brother or sister. Or contracting Hepatitis.
Holy $hit, I need to go to church next Sunday.

I have crawled to the top of Pikes Peak, snorkeled on ecstasy in the salty shallows of the Florida keys, billowed with coyotes on a frigid night just off the road on a mired camp spot along Moab. I Built a fire and held live sand dollars in my hand along the broad beach of Pismo. I have spelled my name with rocks in the long gone lake of the salt flats and been arrested in Norfolk, Virginia for spray painting the word «Wiley» on a wall just after a near bar brawl with Marines. Once, lost in the woods between Cannon Beach and Portland, I stumbled upon a berry tree and ate until my lips were stained. In Tijuana my party was gathered in an alley by federallies and questioned harshly with palms against an Adobe wall; thoughts of Mexican prison dancing in my head. In New York City, I slept in Tompkins Square Park for three nights, clothes stuffed with newspapers, thinking «this is it. This is how it happens.» Somewhere just outside of Paducah. KY I stumbled in the woods beside a ravine right around midnight, and was blinded by the loss of my glasses. The next morning, as luck would have it, I found my lost glasses dangling on that now apparent life threatening cliff. I returned them to my face just in time to depart for Philadelphia, where a dear friend died of an overdose in the hotel a day later. Somewhere, Charlotte I think, I poured a beer over my head and connected tribally with myself as a rockabilly band strummed vibration right into my being. Denver, after DJ Shadow at red rocks, we felt our way around a rave touted as the darkest to ever exist. And in Atlanta, Hotlanta, year after year, there was the only constant; the one surety: blondies raspy voice and rare ability to smash a can with her bare breasts mid the dank hull of the Cleremont hotel. Once, my cohort shat himself there, up his back as I remember (against gravities recommendation), and we carried on flirting with transexuals, shit-​shirt and all.
Driving 100k miles on hope alone, with no map and no home. This is the tip of the mighty experience that still expands below, getting larger even now… leaving out the love lost, hotel fires, accidental sex and perishable goods, this is the framework. … concocted into reasoning for all future. All my future. Even this future, with a home and child; a son actually, who whenever he leaves the house l say, «be careful.»

Cheapish beer (not sure if PBR is worth $ 3.50 a tall boy). Strange but fun entertainment. Music that makes you want to dance all night.
I recently just moved to ATL but I have to say this has to be a highlight so far. Coming from Austin, I thought I have seen my share of weirdness but this place tops most dive bars I’ve been to in Austin.
You probably shouldn’t go here if you are expecting fancy drinks and a quiet atmosphere. If you are looking for a cheapish drink and music that makes you want to move all night than this is your place. Just get ready for boobs in your face.
I’d have to say my time here was a night to experience.
I’ve only been here once but I’m already excited to bring others to experience the lounge and see how ATL can be just as weird as Austin.

Why can’t you use credit cards here? Why did a stripper move her (left) breast up and down and wink at me? I guess this place would be fun if I was drunk. I got yelled at for standing in the pathway next to the back door like 8 times. Also there’s only 1 stall in the women’s bathroom. Why? Please add more because I pee a lot. The door guys were nice. The drinks specials were pretty quiche. I really was just kinda in a foul mood because Brittany and Zack were fighting. I need a cigarette

Was in Atlanta with my husband on a trip and made it a point to come here after hearing about it. So. Much. Fun! Cheap drinks, bartender was feisty and great. The dancers were fabulous, one covered in tattoos, one with massive breasts (they were real!), a golden girl, curvy women, basically anything you can think of. The dancers are super friendly, they come around after their sets to thank you for tips. I got two dances. Dances are kinda pricey, but hey, you only live once! I got to motorboat some breasts, and spank them, so I’m not complaining. Definitely no place for prudes, so if you’re expecting to find wine, a smoke free environment, and you don’t enjoy a raunchy good time, then this isn’t for you.

The Clermont Lounge is an experience I highly recommend for people not looking for your «typical» strip joint. We were told, along our cross country road trip, to stop at this Atlanta institution and we were very satisfied with the recommendation. The dancers here were very nice, and there was such a great variety of ages, body sizes, styles, and tricks. Honestly, the diversity was refreshing.
We went on a Tuesday night in August and there was no cover charge– we ended up spending very little, actually. There were beer specials, and rail drinks were cheap– and my fiancé and I got a «private dance» from a dancer named Ginger who had 38Gs, which was 20 dollars! Granted, it was over near the card tables and it was brief, but she was a sweetheart and she let us both motorboat :) Definitely tip the dancers each song, there was one who was dressed in a french maid outfit who had a decorated dust buster that would suck up the dollars for her! Very cute. Another lit her breasts on fire, first with matches and then with sparklers. The dancers come around to thank you for tips after their sets.
This is a NO FRILLS establishment– it is not expensive, and it is not lavish. The bartender is hysterical, she takes no shit. It was a great time, and we loved it.

It’s not where mature strippers come to die in this inferno. They live.
Why you descend the creaky stairs to inferno +‘s:
+ $ 5 cover for a good and positive crowd who supports all ages and sizes
+ Cheap and good pours. Bartenders know how to keep the crowd.
+ The girls or better yet – the women. No age, race or size is barred.
+ Male and female ratio is nearly even. Friendly and non-​threatening place.
+ Snag a seat at the horseshoe bar for nonstop acts; have your $ 1 bills in hand.
+ Tees available for $ 15 each.
Why you remain on street level -‘s:
— Can’t dance on stage. F! Why when music is good and no one is using the stage?
— Step aside from jukebox or pathway from entry. Geez the place is a tight inferno at times that you can’t move.
— ATM charges. Hefty. Withdraw before you come.
— Limited parade of strippers. Wish more were on show.
— Parking is a bitch.
Can’t believe as a native Atlantan I did not hit this place until now. Opened since 1965 I’m just glad it’s still alive.

Gahhhhh I have a conflicted and complicated relationship with this place. I’ve been two times and both were such different experiences.
The first time it was empty and we got to sit by the bar and order drinks and tip the lovely golden girls. Second time it was absolutely JAM PACKED and you couldn’t breathe in there. I prefer it to be on the emptier side but this place is what it is. Don’t come here thinking it’s upscale or that you’ll leave smelling the same as when you entered. This is get down and dirty ranchy fun. Cheap sh*tty drinks and boob sweat. Just enjoy it and kick back and eat some of that street food they’re selling outside. Heeeeey.

Being kicked out of the Clermont Lounge is one of my finer achievements while living in Atlanta. You do this by sitting at the bar w a friend, running out of cash, mooching for bills from your buddy and then forgetting to promptly tip the bartender for every drink before she screams bloody murder and orders the bouncer to show you the door. Good times.
I mean — this place is a hole in the ground. That means it’s either a 5 or a 1. No waffling here, guys.

This is NOT where strippers come to die. Rather, this is where strippers flaunt their bodies with reckless abandon no matter their form and have a helluva time doing it. Great crowd, cheap, unpretentious, always. I no longer live here and am only in town to visit my parents (with brand new child in tow) so I couldn’t pay a visit this time around. But dammit I will find a way next time. Rock on, Clermont!

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

There isn’t much to say about this place that I hasn’t already been hashed out in over 100 other reviews. I recommended this place to bring in Holli B’s bday, and I am so glad that I did. I’m the type of host that doesn’t tell you what I’m about to get you into, so some of the people in our party were in for quite a treat. Luckily, everyone was open minded, and some others had already googled the place. It was only $ 10 to get in, and I believe the dances are $ 10 each as well. I gave Holli $ 20 to spend on the strippers of our choosing. We chose the lady who could light her nippies on fire and some random other woman joined her. They kept trying to spank her like they were doing other patrons in the building, but she wasn’t having it.
It was a different experience, but we had a lot of fun. My only complaint was that I wish the music were a little louder for us to be able to dance. I felt like I was straining to hear over the roar of people talking. I would definitely bring some out-​of-​towners here for a thrill.

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 21^st 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.

Lol awesome and more awesome.
Juke box went off during a dance, so about 6 of us at the bar decided to pull a Mean Girls and sang Jingle Bell Rock so she could keep dancing.
My life might be completely complete yet.
Plastic cups, bar lined with duct tape. You don’t come here for a classy time.

Well, I guess I am partial to places that have class. This was recommended to me by a bartender at our hotel. I am giving it two stars because the people who work here are just rude. I guess that’s supposed to be part of the charm of this place, but I don’t get it. The drinks were cheap, the alcohol selection sucked– no higher end cognacs or champagnes. Don’t be surprised if you get 2 or 3 drinks spilled on you as you fight through the crowd. Oh, and don’t even think about taking pictures/​selfies or even using your cell phone (as everyone is accused of taking pictures)… An angry little guy will snatch your cell phone out if your hand and demand you delete all your photos.
What I did like about this place. The crowd is very mixed and this humid, seedy, dive bar, fat bottom girl strip club is definitely an «attraction» for bachelor parties and anyone who just likes to people watch for a good show. Apparently this is also a Celebrity attraction place– you are likely to run into someone famous here. The DJ was decent and the crowd this place brings is pretty attractive. However, those of us from nicer parts of the country should be warned that we are NOT in Kansas anymore when we step through the door.

Trashy Adult Fun. Where strippers go to get the last strip in before death becomes them. Tricks of crushing beer cans with titties, along with mamaw dressed as Minnie mouse showing us her butthole. I love the Clermont Lounge.
Drinks tend to take forever to get, so maybe have a few before you get there.