Alert Propeller Skies readers know I spend ass loads of time at The Earl. Usually in the back room listening to the super sounds of the Atlanta indie scene. On occasion, usually when a friend is in town, I like to hang out in the front room at the bar.
After eating a tasty dinner at the Mexican restaurant in East Atlanta, recurring Propeller Skies characters Hunter, The Photographer, and I headed up Flizzo Sheezy to The Earl for a few drinks. I like The Earl, because it is filled with a range of cats from indie chicks with nice racks to crazy motherfucking homeless people. I also enjoy the dive bar ambiance. Just kidding, I really like The Earl because it is economical. Additionally, the bartenders are always quick with another Rolling Rock. The Earl is totally bitchin’.
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Cap'n Ken says:
Smoove D says:
Sorry, man, I’m totally opposed to meatloaf. Growing up, meatloaf was poverty food. That’s what we ate when dad lost his job. Bad associations, so I avoid it like Britney Spears stays away from the gym.
hunter says:
Meatloaf is what my mom made when she left the ground beef in the fridge so long it turned a little green; but that never stopped me from getting my loaf on!
There are two distinct schools of meatloaf-ology: ketchup and brown gravy. Me, I’m a gravy guy.
hunter says:
By the way, can the indie chicks with nice racks technically be classified as “gateway scenery?”
Smoove D says:
Yes, they can be. You start checking out some of them, and the next thing you know, you’ve got a 10 gig a day goth chick internet porn habit!
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Dang skippy, Smoove. Do yourself a favor (early) one Tuesday night and do the Earl meatloaf special. They tend to run out around 7:45, but that’s some good loaf.