As parts of Atlanta change almost beyond recognition, and as glass and steel fleck the city like a flesh-eating pox, and as more scrappy and beloved institutions are being priced out, places like Elliott Street have become even more of a rarity. The cache of trendy new bars and restaurants often look eerily similar, as though someone typed “what do urban millennials like to Instagram?” into an algorithm and brought the answer to life. Even the beloved Clermont Lounge, long touted as Atlanta’s preeminent seedy shithole, is now surrounded by the trappings of this New Atlanta, after a Nashville-based company bought the hotel above it and gave it a massive, Instagram-ready refurbishment. While the original basement strip club remains unchanged (and under separate ownership), there’s something a little less gritty about the experience knowing that just upstairs, people are eating foie gras and beef tartare.