Pictures: Slaytanic Xmas @ Graveyard

Posted by Preston Craig on December 29th, 2008
Slaytanic Xmas

One of the things I love most about doing my nights at The Graveyard is that I have no one telling me “No!” when I come up with something ridiculous. When I wanted to make it snow inside the bar… they said yes. Big Beautiful Women (BBW's) scantily dressed… yes. Completely destroy the sanctity of Christmas… YES! So, I give you over 400 pictures of what was the most ridiculous event to date. It's going to be hard to top this one, but you can be sure that we're definitely going to try. Thanks for being a part of the night!

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Eastern Bloc: Holiday Recovery Edition

Posted by Preston Craig on December 26th, 2008

200812261737.jpgIf you were at Slaytanic Xmas on Monday… chances are you were still hungover and recovering from injuries incurred while falling out of the bar (if you weren’t there… get someone who was to tell you what went down).

Tonight, joel0mite and I will be providing the soundtrack to your family recovery session at Graveyard Tavern. Last Friday, I got to go on a great run of brand new indie pop and the crowd loved it… so this week we’ll continue that trend as well as throw in a bunch of other stuff new and old. Here’s a sampling of our favorites for tonight:

joel0mite’s picks:

Plantlife - Luv 4 The World

Passion Pit - I’ve Got Your Number

Leo Sayer - You Make Me Feel Like Dancing

The Jam - Town Called Malice

Camp Lo - Luchini (A.K.A. This Is It)

Preston Craig’s (I love Pilooski) picks:

Frankie Valli - Beggin’ (Pilooski Edit)

Del Shannon - Gemini (Pilooski Edit)

Nina Simone - Take Care Of Business (Pilooski Edit)

Sebastien Tellier - La Ritournelle (Metronomy Mix)

Daft Punk - The Prime Time Of Your Life (Phantom of the Disko Remix)

The Virgins - Rich Girls (The Twelves Remix)  

Service 2.0 at The Graveyard

Posted by Preston Craig on December 15th, 2008

Important stuff first… Monday’s are about to get a bit more interesting.

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First, since we love you so much, girls get $2 drinks tonight from 10pm-1am. Also, at some point during the night we’re pulling out the Grandma for a free shot pour. If you hear yelling… I suggest you get over to the bar quickly and get ready to swallow.


Second, musically I’m taking Monday’s back to my original idea… no more than 2 songs in any genre in a row and mixing in new with old.
Also, there will be an emphasis on playing new stuff that you maybe haven’t heard yet. That doesn’t mean we won’t be playing familiar stuff… but I remember clearing the floor playing MGMT early in the year before THE BEST THING EVAR 2008… so just remember… just cause you haven’t heard it yet… doesn’t mean it ain’t gonna be good.

I’ve got a playlist that includes

Passion Pit - Sleepyhead (Streetlab Remix)

AC Newman vs Chris Brown - Drug Drug Kiss Kiss

Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head - Me + Yr Daughter

Patrick Wolf - Bluebells

Little Boots - Meddle (Treasure Fingers Remix)

Talking Heads - And She Was

Def Leppard - Photograph

Souls of Mischief - 93 til Infinity

Velvet Underground - I’m Waiting For The Man

Hercules and Love Affair - Blind

Vampire Weekend - The Kids Don’t Stand A Chance (Chromeo Remix)

School of Seven Bells - Iamundernodisguise

Charles Wright - Express Yourself

Parliament - Tear The Roof Off The Sucker

Trillbass n Solace - Stackin’

Yeasayer - Sunrise (Pocketknife’s Rise and Shine Remix)


Service || Mondays || The Graveyard Tavern || 10pm-3am || 21+



Um… really?

Posted by Preston Craig on December 13th, 2008

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Nothing says classy more than your birth control patch elegantly placed between your Egyptian eye tattoo and a hot pink bra strap. However, at least we all know she’s doing her part to make sure that dude doesn’t multiply.

Long Live The Ghetto Burger…

Posted by Preston Craig on December 10th, 2008


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It was just last week that I finally made it a point to find Ann’s Snack Bar, home of the Ghetto Burger of which I had heard and read countless stories. I missed it on the first pass. Like most foodie legends, it was an unassuming shack nestled in between a run-down strip mall and a liquor store.

I parked my car in one of the few parking spots and looked through the screened in porch to see five steps leading into the small building. I found it only appropriate that something of such legendary status should be obtained easily or without obstacles. So, I got out of my car and headed into the porch to figure out how I was going to get what I came for.

Inside the porch were a few metal tables and chairs, three college students were sitting at one of the tables. The five stairs led up to glass doors… and through the front windows I saw exactly what had been described to me. A counter with eight stools… with not much more than 20 inches behind the seats to the front wall. In the center of the counter was a register. Behind the counter was the only thing more legendary than the hamburger, Ann.

Ann is in her 70’s from what I know. She’s the only person behind the counter. In fact, she’s only person working period. Ann is legendary because of the rules she has set for her patrons. She’s also legendary because of her way of enforcing those rules. I honestly think she puts Seinfeld’s Soup Nazi to shame, but more on that later.

I asked the students if they had been inside yet. “We tried, but she yelled at us and told us to wait outside” They had already broken the first rule. If there is not a seat at the counter, you do not go inside. You wait outside until a seat opens up. Then, if one seat opens… only one person goes inside. When ordering for more than one person at Ann’s, teamwork is essential. I said I’d give them a rundown of the way things worked if they would place my order for me once inside. They agreed.

First, one seat… one person… we already learned that. Second, no cell phones… you’ll get thrown out. Third, no cursing or complaining, you’ll get thrown out. Fourth, you don’t speak until spoken to. Fifth, when you are spoken to, know what you want and order it quickly. Sixth, get ready to wait patiently.

Although there are many items on the menu, the only thing I saw anyone ordering was the Ghetto Burger: Two handmade massive patties totaling a pound of ground chuck on an oversized bun with chili, cheese, grilled onions, tomato, lettuce, mustard, mayonnaise, and ketchup. Two people can share a single combo by splitting the burger and fries. Most people just get the burger alone and eat it for lunch and dinner.

After about 30 minutes, a seat opened up and our elected representative went in to order. Waiting is part of the experience. It’s not unusual to spend 2+ hours waiting to get your burger. Ann makes every order… in order… by hand. The patties aren’t seasoned, formed, and cooked until they’re ready to be made and since she’s the only person… every burger gets very special attention.

During my hour and 45 minute wait, I met a few people outside. Most of them were from out of town, brought by a friend to experience a bit of Atlanta lore. We all sat around and talked about other foodie legends around town and around the country. We snickered laughed together as someone unaware of the rules would walk in and immediately come running back out… Ann’s voice chasing them down the stairs. There was a sense of camaraderie that you don’t really find on your typical lunch outing and I got the sense that most people were the as much for the experience as for the food.

Finally, our guy came outside with the bags and he handed me my monster. There was no way to eat this thing in the car, so I race home. I opened it up and laughed at the ridiculousness of the burger… grabbed my camera… and took pictures of my first Ghetto Burger. Chili and juices oozes out and I strained to open my mouth wide enough to get a bite. However, that first bite was truly extraordinary. It’s rare for anything to live up to it’s lore, but this was every bit as spectacular. After a good 15 minutes, I got down half of the beast and realized if I ate anymore… bad things were going to happen.

It’s becoming evident that one day Ann will have to retire and when that happens, the only thing we’ll have left are the stories of the experience. One more piece of a rapidly dying world will cease to exist. So, I recommend that you take the time one day soon to go take your turn and rather than getting things your way… get them Ann’s way… and like it or get the fuck out.

Drop me a line if you need emotional support… or someone to help you eat your burger.