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TintinATL 
Thanks guys. I've made a reservation at Niche. It sounds interesting and doesn't seem to take itself too seriously, which is perfect. And the Italian/Pappy's/Shaved Duck options will come in handy too.
No kids here but either way the Pulitzer Museum sounds like a must-see. Thanks impolyt_one. That will probably fill the free time I have.
Thanks GrillinFool for all the hotel, eats and bar recommendations - and for the tips on where the gay crowd hangs. My assless leather chaps days are over, but I still have my flamboyant moments (this is StyleForum after all). Anyway, sounds more fun to me than finger-painting the amazing hooker-waitresses. But to each his own.
True story. One year for St. Patty's day I'm supposed to meet a bunch of people at Johnny's in Soulard. Soulard is a big bar area, while not particularly irish, it's always hoppin. It's packed for St. Patty's day as well as on Cinqo d' Mayo. I luck out and get a spot right around the corner from Johnny's, but it's directly in front of Clementines. I drove a pretty non descript vehicle, but in the back of my mind I was hoping nobody would notice that my car was parked in front of a gay leather bar on St. Patty's day. Considering how packed the area was and there were no spots, I thought, "screw it," and walked to Johnny's. Well after much drinking, a bunch of us decide to go to the east side to some strip clubs. My GF at the time agreed to this, which was something I wouldn't have guessed in a million years. No way I was missing out on her stuffing singles into some strippers panties.
So we pile into a couple vehicles and head over, neither of which is my car. In the wee hours, me and the GF get dropped off at my place. She gets up early and asks if I want a ride to my car. I decide to sleep off the booze rather than go get my car. Buddy of mine calls about noon and says he's stopping by to drop something off. A movie he borrowed, I think.
When he gets there I ask if he can give me a ride to my car. It's on his way, so he agrees. We're driving there and I tell the story about where I parked and how I hoped nobody recognized my car parked in front of Clementines all night. He laughs at that and then we get about two blocks from my car and he pulls over. He looks at me and says, "Get out. Ride's over."
I asked, "What the hell are you talking about. My car's two blocks away."
He responded, "If you don't want anyone to see your car parked in front of a gay bar all night, there's no way I'm risking anyone seeing me drop a dude off at his car parked in front of a gay bar all night."
"Seriously. Give me a ride to my car."
"Seriously," he said flat. "Get out and walk to your car."
He was serious. I got out and walked to my car. We still laugh about it today.