Southern-Comfort Restaurant & Lounge

Southern Comfort is back open …
Repeat it is back open !!!
The Jones ’ s music equipment isn’t set up on the stage but I went in and had a beer this afternoon.
Hope it lasts !!

This was the perfect place to cap off our Valentine’s Day Evening. Somehow in the 15 years that I have lived just north in East Atlanta Village I managed to have never been here. Now I’m wondering how this could happen?
As we pulled into a parking lot full of 18 wheelers, pickup trucks and the like I started to feel like I was going to the county fair. As we walked in my wife’s jaw nearly dropped as she gained her bearings. This place is a slice of rural Americana right near the city. The owner came right up to us to greet us and make us feel right at home. Next he introduced us to the band that was going to play in a few minutes. Everyone was super friendly and just good, down home folks. The drinks were the prices you’d expect in Macon, GA (super inexpensive) and the ambiance was fantastic. People are ready to engage you and talk. This place is gritty, authentic and fun; a true one of a kind Atlanta original and should be up there with other Atlanta must see & do places.

Unbelievable!!! THE BEST honky tonk Bar in Atlanta!!! We travel across the country for work. OMG the Southern Gold Band that plays nightly is full of country history at its BEST. This is not a fancy chain it’s crusty the way it should be. A must go if in Atlanta.

While visiting Atlanta, we stayed in a hotel in Conley. I searched on Unilocal for bars in the area with good ratings. This was one that had a good rating.
It was a Tuesday night and it was fairly late (maybe 11ish). There were very few people there. They had karaōke this night. The drinks are cheap. The staff is friendly.
The venue is very large. They have some slot machines, but they don’t pay out cash. They have some prizes.
This is a no frills bar with good cheap drinks. It is nothing fancy to look at, but it was fun.

A little sketch. Beer was cold and cheap. The people there were interesting. I was told karaōke nights are the best. Very trucker-​ish and if you have all your teeth, you might be out of place.
3 stars because the place was a little country and trucker-​esque. But it is a truck stop. Cheap, cold beer though is a plus.
Undecided about going back.
It was an experience for sure.

I’m in love. My friends might need counseling. We went on a Friday night at about 10:00. The second we pulled up in the parking lot my two friends were about to kill me. «We are at a truck stop!» I quickly pointed out that we were in fact at a bar that just happened to have a lot of trucks parked outside and was then told that I could go in by myself. Well, I opened the door and my two girlfriends followed, probably out of fear that I was about to go in by alone and never be seen again.
Southern Comfort. Is. Awesome. Wood panel walls, poker machines, a large dance floor, tables like you would find in a Bingo parlor, Budweiser on tap, and regulars. Oh the regulars! We were so obviously out of place, but they could not have been any nicer and more embracing. How many places can you go where everyone is so friendly and welcoming and just wants to talk. (Well aside from the man asked me my name four times in five minutes and told he he was going to «holler.» I had never given him my number.)
Southern Comfort is the ultimate dive bar. It is honky tonk heaven. It is absolutely amazing. Cheap beer. Live music. Cheers of real authentic hard working Americans. My friends were confused that their preppiest Buckhead Betty buddy was having a the time of her life, but I want to hang out here on the regular. My poor mother might die if she knew I went here, but I now know what a «lot lizard» is.
Anybody willing to come back for karaōke night on Sunday with me?

YEEEEEEEE-​HAAAAWWWW!
One of the last known Honky Tonks in the south. With cheap drinks and cheap, however, decent food, Southern Comfort is one of those joints in which you think you’d never set foot, end up staying for hours, and returning again and again and again long after. This is a five star review mainly because of Southern Comfort’s unusual time-​forgotten brand premise: Honky Tonk.
Bonus points for atmosphere: the crowd, the music, the photos of a bygone era plastered on the wall, and bad neon. Even more points for charismatic owner George Jones.

Nice inside, big space and the sweet old lady at the door made me miss my granny but I can’t give it a good review. I’m sorry granny…
See, I really was hoping for a hopping Honkey Tonk here in ATL, especially on a Friday night! But instead it was less than 10 folks inside, and a mediocre band plus a $ 3 cover. Left after one overpriced shot of wild turkey.
I really wanted this to be full of YEEHAW!!! Instead it was just Y? Kinda broke my heart…

I like floor.

Where else are you going to meet a guy named Spider, who just happened to be in Janis Joplin’s band, Big Brother and the Holding Company. As well as George Jones, well maybe not the George Jones you may be thinking of but hell, the owner’s name is George freaking Jones. What other kind of cred do you need to be the best dive honky-​tonk bar in Atlanta.
The first time I visited here, I ended up singing «Jackson» with a legit cowboy from Wyoming named Tommy. His stetson was majestic. And yea, there are some older very drunk gentlemen who hit on you but it’s a small annoyance compared to the awesomeness of this place.
I was really impressed with how warm and inviting the staff are, George spent a lot of time chatting with us, telling us all about the history and the various movies that Soco has been showcased in. He even had a song that he had written about his son that he asked us to read and get our opinion about. One waitress in particular actually drove us to my apartment when our cab never showed up! That’s right, drove us home. And didn’t ask for any money, but we gave her a hefty tip of course, man I still can’t believe she actually drove us home. If that isn’t customer service I don’t know what is.
I like the random things they sell sometimes like decorative flags or roses. The last time I went they were selling roses and some nice gentlemen bought us some beautiful white roses.
The karaōke singing is some of the best Atlanta has to offer, they have more songs than anyplace I’ve ever engaged in karaōke. I love the mix of people this place attracts, east Atlanta crowd mixed with hardcore loyal locals who’ve been going there for years. I saw two people wearing the same Toby Keith shirt one night.
I give this place mad props for its authenticity, friendliest staff ever, and never running out of song choices. I LOVE SOCO!

A few friends and I stumbled down to Conyers, GA this past Sunday for a little late-​night revelry, and here’s what we came across:
Atmosphere: Pulling into this honkey tonk south of 285, you’ll soon figure out that this is no wannabe dive bar… this here ya’lls the real thing. Eighteen wheelers line the gravel parking lot and plenty of country locals mill about. Inside the space is open with a legitimate music stage, sound system and dance floor. Signed photos adorn the «Legends» wall — paying tribute are Nascar greats, Country Western singers and the occasional actor/​actresss. Old wood paneling rounds out the rest of the bar and long, group tables (think bingo hall seating) comprise the main seating. Poker machines are located in the back, of course.
Food: I didn’t try any bar food as it was after 1 AM on a Sunday when we arrived.
Drink: Cold beer. Cheap beer. What else would you expect? My friend who was drinking a mixed drink with bourbon, stated she tasted mostly bourbon. Bonus.
Service: Our waitress was attentive and friendly and kept our drinks replenished well into the wee hours of the morning.
This bar is the real deal where you’re sure to find a mix of drunk locals, rednecks, truckers, prostitutes and of course the hipster city crowd looking to legitimize their scenester superiority.

I arrived here about 2am on a Saturday night (Sunday morning). It was very late so I thought that they were wrapping up but it seemed the party was just getting started. Security greeted me and my friend outside and told us to come on it b/​c it was ‘never too late for a cold one.’ Everyone was very friendly and welcoming. They had live music which was pretty good even though you could tell the singer had quite a few tasties. Next time I will go a bit earlier.
Nice people and cold (free — thanks to a nice gentleman at the bar) beer. What more could you ask for?

«Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee, it gets hotter than a hoochie-​koochie.» This fine country classic along with other popular tunes were belted at my friend’s going-​away-​for-​the-​summer karaōke party at SoCo. One of the sweet staff members, DeeDee, set up vases of streamers and containers of blowing-​bubbles to bid this Tuesday night regular farewell; the tabletop décor perfectly complemented the streamers that hung from the ceiling and neon Tim McGraw Bud Light sign.
The tatted regulars rule and truly can croon, surely disgusted by my sad attempt at Fiona Apple’s «Criminal.» Luckily they didn’t have to witness my version of «Gangsta’s Paradise,» as two hours passed after I had put my name in with no hope of it being called, and I had to get to bed. I’m not sure how the rotation works, but the two main people working the karaōke computer performed their own songs to every three or four patrons. Maybe that’s part of their wages?
Just so you know, their 80,000-song library does NOT include Bone Thugs-n-Harmony’s «Crossroads» or David Bowie’s «Life on Mars.»
This is the place, though, to massage your honky tonk blues and build a pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight.

Ok I admit it I was frightened at the fact of getting down at a country western bar, but was equally surprised at the amount of other «brownies» there. yay! Seriously from the moment I entered (even from the 2 guys stationed out front in the back of a pickup truck) I was welcomed in! Large spacious dance floor and video poker games in the back. It was also more than gracious of them to even decorate Scott K.‘s birthday table as well! I even had a gentleman send me over a drink… what did I order?.. PBR of course!
Ps… on the way here I got lost. ended up in some back road trucker area. pulled over to program my GPS and was approached by. ahh ahem. «lady of the night»…

«Do you know where this is?» «No, we just need to keep our eyes…» (pull around semi) «Oh.»
Greeted with honest handshakes while still in the parking lot. Everyone was happy. Decorations aplenty for the birthday boy, people he didn’t know buying him shots, and a song just for him.
And the band is *tight*. Exhaustion had set in, but I wish we would have pushed a bit harder to end up on the dance floor. And yes, they played Skynyrd. Gimme three steps, gimme three steps mister, but I ain’t headin’ for the door. Gimme three steps, gimme three steps mister, and I’ll be out on the floor.
The only downside is the lack of local-​ish brews. But they won’t be able to serve Sweetwater, Terrapin, etc. for their prices, so I understand it. I can imagine Jerry Reed kickin’ back here and giving the waitresses a hard time. Good place.

I had reservations about coming here. I don’t really have any business being in a honky tonk establishment. The gentleman in the parking lot who greeted me with a military salute melted aforementioned reservations away.
This place is so legit, it makes my little black heart sing. I had such a genuinely great time, dancing to the live band, finding confetti in my boots, singing loudly along to the only two songs I knew, and splitting my tight ass jeans on the dance floor [not from dancing, but from squatting. Long story].
The servers and other patrons didn’t raise an eyebrow at our large group and some even joined in on the revelry. It was all just wonderfully laid back and celebratory.
Cheap drinks, loud live music, and locals who don’t give a damn. Sign. me. up.

If you peruse these reviews, you’ll gather pretty quickly that a bunch of Unilocalers converged on the Southern Comfort on one particular night for one particular event. That should give you some context as to the positive reviews. That said, we ALL did have a great time that night thanks, in no small part, to the atmosphere, the company and adorably unironic efforts of the staff at The Southern Comfort.
Much like Vanessa, I’m wary of the hipster habit of «slumming.» Hipsters either get off on mocking the denizens within or they co-​opt it for themselves in an effort to seem more «authentic.» I say this as a lover of dive bars. Some may point to the inherent hypocrisy of my last few statements until they realize that I actually like dive bars because I’m a cheap ass sonovabitch; you can drink cheap in a dive. The Southern Comfort is no exception.
Heh, I just noticed that I pretty much echoed Shannon L.‘s review. Where I’ll diverge is the bar staff and regulars seems so earnest, it seemed nearly impossible for our group at least to make fun of everything. «What? Y’all having a birthday party? Well, we’re gonna decorate for you!» Which they did. In spades. Sure, the result was a cross between the way your co-​workers decorate your cube the morning of your birthday and a kid’s party at Chuck E. Cheese, but the effort was definitely appreciated.
Our waitress (because here, there are no «servers,») kept our much wandering, ill-​defined group well-​lubricated with drinks, nary an eyebrow raised at the obvious invaders we were. (OK, ONE eyebrow was raised when, after she asked if I wanted to start a tab, I followed with, «Will you need a credit card?» The look she gave me was an awesome mixture of disbelief and «Ya ain’t from ’round here, is ya?» The answer, for the record, was «No.»)
Yes, The Southern Comfort has fake wood paneling on the walls. Yes, said fake wood paneling is covered by numerous tributes to George Jones. Yes, there are questionable characters playing questionable video poker machines in the back. Yes, it looks like Dalton should be walking the perimeter. (RIP, Patrick Swayze.) But there’s a big dance floor, the house band was actually pretty good, and the beer was cheaper than a one-​legged hooker who looked like Abe Vigoda. (I dunno. That sounded like something you’d say in a honky tonk.)
I’ve seen better, I’ve seen worse (believe me, WAY worse.) My opinion may be change depending on the night and the crowd. (Maybe I’ll return for karaōke.) But for this one night, for this one party, 4.5 stars.

Southern comfort is my dream bar.
I can listen to merle haggard without offending other patrons.
I can also drink 17 long island iced teas after 6 shots of tequila and a 5 dollar beer bucket on a wednesday at 4pm while watching a lady my moms age work it in lingere.
Its like the clairmont is talking to charlie daniels on a rhinestone studded CB radio while smoking a kool filter king.

My search for The South of legend has ended!
Big rigs and monster trucks lining the parking lot, you know you’re in for something authentic the second you arrive!
Step inside and you’re in a huge room full of beehives, cowboys, cheap beer and belt buckles as substantial as hubcaps… as big as Texas… no… wait… belt buckles the size of Waffle House waffles! (nailed it!)!
Yee-​freaking-​ha!
Everyone was drunk… and I mean everyone… bartenders, the band, and even the little old ladies with blue hair!
You’re going to need a designated driver, knee pads and a industrial helmet… but if you play your cards right, the odds of you waking up in another State next to a 70 year old, smoking a menthol are excellent!!! Just be prepared to hear the regaling of the nights exploits with out of date colloquialisms!
Like…
” I’m ‘finer than frog hair! «
“It happened faster than a knife fight in a phone booth.»
«Well, if that don’t put pepper in the gumbo!»
«I don’t know whether to scratch my watch or wind my butt.»
… to name a few!
Good Luck! You’ll need it!

The country band rocks out. Free line dancing on Weds. WIFI. Great drinks just about any liquor you can think of! Truckers, Lot Lizards and hard workers are what you will find at this gold star dive bar. I love it. Fun for groups too. The people are authentic and there have been movies shot here. Tyler Perry shot a scene from his movie «A Family that Preys» here.
On fridays they have a 10 oz Ribeye dinner w salad and potato for 5.95
Mitzi and Jean are the BOMB bartenders on Weds and Thurs
You might want to learn this song
or Toby Keith «I love this bar»
Toby Keith — I Love This Bar
From the album «Shock ‘N’ Y’all»
We got winners; we got losers;
Chain smokers and boozers.
An’ we got yuppies; we got bikers;
An’ we got, thirsty hitchhikers.
And the girls next door dress up like movie stars.
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I love this bar.
We got cowboys; we got truckers;
Broken hearted fools and suckers.
An’ we got husslers; we got fighters;
Early birds and all nighters.
And the veterans talk abouth their battle scars:
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I love this bar.
I love this bar,
It’s my kind of place.
Just walk in through the front door,
Puts a big smile on my face.
It ain’t too far; come as you are.
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I love this bar.
I’ve seen short skirts, we’ve got high-​techs,
Blue collar boys and rednecks.
An’ we got lovers; lots of lookers;
I even seen dancing girls and hookers
Ande we like to drink our beer from a mason jar:
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I love this bar, yes I do!
I like my truck, (I like my truck),
An’ I like my girlfriend, (I like my girlfriend),
I like to take her out to dinner;
I like a movie now and then:
But I love this bar,
It’s my kind of place.
Just toeing around the dance floor,
Puts a big smile on my face.
No cover charge; come as you are.
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I love this bar.
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I just love this ol’ bar.