Five Paces Inn

Your typical dive bar. There are sooo many different bars on this block, so its hard to compare them all. This place was small, crowded and service was just ok. I appreciated the music and the crowd was not much to talk about. Come here for a quick drink or to listen to some good music — nothing much else going on here

«This is a very good bar to do a handstand on the dance floor at,» my cousin told me while severely inebriated on Halloween.
He was not lying (see the accompanying picture if you do not believe me). This is also a very good bar to act a fool, consume cheap drinks ($ 9 vodka Red Bulls? Yes!), and socialize with the young conservative crowd who are just out to have a most uproarious time, even if that means singing Lee Greenwood’s «God Bless the USA» in unison.
«Is this meant to be, um, ironic?» I asked. «Fuck you. ‘Merica!» was the consensus response.
I was particularly impressed with the waitstaff considering the goddamn bar was packed wall to goddamn wall with sweaty, thirsty SEC bros, but they still managed to be pretty efficient, keeping us all in good spirits.
And finally, I loved that there was a room playing (dated) EDM hits, although nobody was really dancing, but still, twas a welcome escape from the whole Onward Reserve, ultra nationalistic thing going down in the other room.
My only complaint of the evening was seeing a man urinate on the outside deck. Poor form, young, slovenly man. Now, I cannot do another goddamn handstand on the deck. For shame.

Most of what people said in these reviews I would agree with. It is what it is, and it was a lot of fun. They had a great band there the Friday night that I went, playing a great variety of hits and crowd pleasers. Not sure if the bars next door are the same or just connected, but I enjoyed wandering around, etc.
It isn’t a trendy place, or a cocktail bar, but if you are looking for a great time in a divey dump, I highly recommend.

5P is the kind of bar where I don’t think anyone would judge you if you puked on the dance floor. Yeah, it’s that kind of place. Crowded, dark, dingy, smoky, sweaty, boozy, fratty, and grimy all at the same time.
The drinks are cheap. The crowd ranges from former frat stars and sorostitutes to hood rats. One room offers grind up on a stranger dancing, another is basic pop music bar area, and the third is a live band well past their glory days, although it’s usually debatable if said band was ever good enough to have «glory days.»
A cop is always working here on weekends (probably for good reason), my phone has been stolen here, and yet I willingly keep coming back for more. Five Paces reminds me of a less awesome version of Nowhere Bar or Georgia Bar in Athens. It’s not some place you go unless you’re committed to smelling like an ashtray and later consuming some Waffle House, but when the mood strikes it’s a good time had by all.

Demographic: You’ve graduated from a big southern college (UGA, Auburn, etc). You recently landed a job in Atlanta, yet you still want to feel like you are right back in that same college town where you came from. This little «oasis» in the middle of buckhead is your spot.
If you have stopped living in that southern college town fantasy or never lived in it to begin with, this place will look silly. Drink selection? Forget about it, you will be drinking bud light to chase the cheap vodka. Service is so bad, it’s hard to even put a grasp on it.

My favorite dive bar. — NOT ON WEEKENDS.
Weekend crowd is completely different than the middle of the week happy hour business lot. Very low key, this place has been around for years. You can smoke inside, and you never know how crazy or unpredictable the crowd is gonna get.
Nice mixed crowd during the week nights, and afternoon hours. During the weekend late night, the atmosphere turns college fraternity central — would avoid going during those hours.
Get to know the bartenders! Drinks are cheap — but tip the bartenders, and there even cheaper!

How I stumpled apon this bar is actually kid of interesting. I was visiting Atlanta with a friend on New Years eve from Philadelphia, PA. After deciding that the high end clubs in the downtown area were not what we were looking for, a cabby suggested that we go to buckhead to find «yuppie, preppy» (His words not mine). After arriving we found that all of our hopes and dreams had came true. The bar was packed to the brim with young 20 somethings, the demographic that we also fit into. Every person was good looking and was there to have a good time. They carry 2.00 PBR pounders which is all I reall need in life. Looking to re-​live your college years, the five paces inn is your dive bar.

Five Paces was fun. I would definitely call it a dive bar. but it’s Buckhead… how «dive» can you get? Will be coming back for more rounds.

What a freaking dump. One doesn’t expect to find such a dump in Buckhead, but this place personifies one.
Not only does it stink when you go in (they have a cigar bar that smells like old cigar smoke, wet leather, and dried Ben Gay) but their service sucks.
I’ve never been treated so rudely as I was the other night, and by the manager, no less. He said, «It’s our style to be rude. That’s who we are.» Okay…
The only reason this place is popular is because all the young kids who’ve gotten drunk at nicer places go there to finish up their night and «slum».
Have at it… I’ll never go back.

Cool dive bar. Cheap beers, reasonable prices. I’m a fan of dive bars, especially with live music. This is a good place if you’re into that. I like it!

The best dive bar in the city. Old Guys, Frat boys, hot girls cold beer music and jäger. Whats not to love. Try the Go Energy shots their yummy

This is probably my least favorite bar in Buckhead. Every time that I’ve been there, it’s been loud, crowded, and smelly (lots of smoke). It takes some time to get through the swarm of people to get a drink at the bar, and it’s certainly not the place to go if you want to carry on a conversation. Definitely not the bar to go to with so many other great options right around the corner (i.e. Park Bench, Churchill’s).

Cool little dive bar in Buckhead with a fairly young crowd. I always enjoy the places that start playing the upbeat, dancy songs right around last call. The women love that, and in turn, so do I!
Not a bad thing here, but I was surprised to see that Atlanta cops announced last call, not the bartenders… It was a bit strange, but people really split when a cop started yelling over a bullhorn.
It is a bit packed, but hey, what good bar in Buckhead isn’t?

Check your dignity at the door… just be sure to pick it up on your way out.
5P is hilarious, but it can’t possibly be fun if you’re sober. The bar tar will ruin your shoes, the smoke will leave you gasping for air, the roof leaks before, during & after a rainy night, the bathrooms are disgusting, and the people are… interesting. But, as my friend says, you just have to take it for what it is and you’ll have a ton of fun. I still can’t get over the fact that I meet some of the same people time and time again, and each time, I get the impression that they think we’re meeting for the first time. It’s official– at 26, I’m about three years too old for this place!

For a guaranteed good time always trust the advice of people on street corners. In this case it was Jason W. and we ran into him as we were parking for an after dinner drink following Unilocal Eats! at Valenza. Since Kit F. had my back and Pam L. was holding his purse I knew we’d be covered in case any of the Bulldog fans got rowdy.
After we entered a few things entered my mind…
Why is it so damn bright in here?!?
Who are all these assholes? And why are they all wearing boat shoes?!?
This is an odd place. It was kinda like taking Masquerade and turning it on its side, leaving Heaven, Purgatory, and Hell right next to each other. Heaven for me was at the far left bar where they played every of my favorite top 40 homo dance tunes… Purgatory was in the middle and the music was some kind of hip hop slop being dictated by a very intelligent looking jukebox… Hell was at the top of the stair (yes, a singular stair) where the live band was performing.
It was really kind of funny watching Jason W. try to mack on some girls. Even funnier was that one of the girls had the price tag sticking out of her dress. Apparently she planned to return it to Filene’s Basement the following day to get her $ 18 back. Don’t worry, Pam’s got a picture of it.
Oh, and the drinks sucked.

I adore the great Kit F. but sometimes he doesn’t know how to have a good time. Or where to do it. And sometimes, when the mood and night are right — that can be at 5P. It’s not everyone’s scene, and it’s not always mine, but I will tell you this: go with someone who knows everyone who works there, and go on a nice night when you can be on the patio and enjoy the night air and said employees are speedy about getting your drinks. .. you’ll dig this place, I’m pretty sure.
I have a soft spot for divey bars, the older school, the better. I think it goes back to the fact that one of my best friends from growing up is the daughter of one of the original owners of the late Mike and Angelo’s, one of the BEST EVER divey bars, home of Swami, a place with a fantabulous patio, etc etc. .. and 5P is a place that has that same. .. vibe. .. in certain ways. Maybe it’s just cause I grew up here, who knows, but when the stars align, there’s something just freaking cool about the places that have been around forever, have dirt around the edges and don’t look bright and shiny in the daylight (or maybe ever if you’re honest, but they somehow seem to on that fun Friday or Saturday night, you know?) and the beer’s cold, bartenders who know you will frequently spot you a shot (or three), and the people watching is always a hoot.
That’s one version of my Atlanta, and I love it. Last night was exactly the kind of night at 5P that made me remember why it’s so good to know what that feeling is like.

If you dont mind a frattastic bar, this is your place. On occasion they have a DJ but mostly they just play the juke box. They have recently expended it into 3 bars connected instead of 2. This def. cuts down on the crowded bar. Statutory Grape is the BEST drink.

Five Paces has to be taken with a grain of salt… followed by a shot.
When I first moved back to the South from boston, my über preppy «from atlanta» friends dragged me here. And well those are the people who hang out there. Being from Charleston, SC I am familiar with this scene so its fine.
The bar is dirty, the bathrooms are gross, but the deck on the back is fun. This place is great if you are with a group of friends. I always seem to run into people I know. Yes they play journey too much, yes the bartenders are slow. But the crowd is fun and ready to have a good time. Minus the occasional cougar or two, the age range is 21 – 35 it is a younger set for sure.
If designer labels offend you, especially designer clothing purchased by someones rich dad, then this place will really bother you.
Most people in here have wealthy parents, and may or may not be doing anything with their own lives.
I guess this place could really bother a hipster or someone awfully serious.
This place is it for the preppy blue-​blood southern happenings.

If you’re looking for the popped-​collar, PBR slugging, yuppie college boy crowd, you’ve hit the jackpot!
After living in NYC, where the boys wear tighter jeans than the ladies, and the slicked back metro man look reigns surprise, 5Ps is a pleasant surprise. Granted, if you’re over the age of 23, you’re probably much too old to be rockin’ out to the half-​decent cover bands, but I assure you it’s still a good time.
The other side of the bar has a more sophisticated, older crowd (read 25ish bunch), but don’t be surprised when you run into a small circle of 40somethings hanging at the bar, dressed in slinky nonsense, as though donning the trashy getups and drinking the natty light will somehow time warp them back to their «better years.»
Ladies — if you’re looking extra hot, you may have the great pleasure of being «cupped» (note: not groped) by the one and only, very special HOLLYWOOD who trapses back and forth across the crowded bar, looking for the next lady friend’s bum to target. Not so magical, but definitely a most memorable occasion.
Mixed reviews be damned! This is a great end to a drunken nonsensical evening, and I’ll come back time and again to throw back a shot with my fave bartender Danny any day.

This place is great if you’re drunk, and horrible if you’re sober.
There is no space, and walking from the front to back is a serious undertaking. That said, there are lots of inebriated guys and girls that are typically in good spirits.
Prices are a little below Buckhead average, but the biggest savings arises from the difficulty to get to the bar.