If Ernest Hemingways reanimated corpse somehow found itself shambling down Powers Ferry Road in desperate need of a shave and haircut, it would surely stumble into ROOSTERS, where old-school collides with new-school in an explosion of manly awesomeness. Decked out like some hunting lodge from the 1920s, this boys club oozes enough machismo to make Papa Hemingway plenty proud. Antique golf clubs, stuffed deer heads and ducks adorn the walls alongside flat-screen TVs, and theres a table full of lad-mag reading material from Maxim to Details and, fittingly, the forever-quotable screenplay of Caddyshack. If all that isnt enough to get you there for your next trim, here are two important words: Free. Beer.
© 2016 Creative Loafing Atlanta