This is the velvet wallpaper at Lamar’s Restaurant, a must-see spot in Chattanooga. The website calls it “Chattanooga’s favorite place after dark.” I can tell you this. You must go.
Truth. It’s not much to look at from the outside. But honestly, you don’t really want it to. The slightly-dodgy-dingy thing works.
Truth. It’s still decorated for the holidays. And someone’s birthday. Which is good. Adds festive spirit.
Truth. By far the best jukebox I’ve ever encountered. Billie Holiday. Chaka Khan & Rufus. Michael Jackson. Aretha Franklin. Portishead. Marvin Gaye. Ella Fitzgerald.
Truth. Stiffest drinks ever. In fact, you’ll think it’s a joke at first. I ordered a vodka cranberry and watched Mr. Gerald, the stoic but adept bartender make it. He filled a low ball glass with ice, poured in vodka until full and then added the merest whisper of cranberry. I mean, the liquid in the glass barely had a glimmer of pink. You’ve been advised.
Truth. The fried chicken and shrimp they serve is apparently the stuff of legends. I did not have the opportunity to eat, but I can report that no less than four people stopped by for take out chicken orders and were asked “Half or whole?” upon placing their order. Seriously.
Truth. This place should be on an Esquire list of Best Bars With Stiffest Drinks & Delicious Chicken. At the very least.
Truth. If you go, I will totally come with.