Buckhead's extreme sports bar finally opens

People've said that Buckhead doesn't have the same energy it once did, which is both the cause and result of the fact that the lights at ESPN Zone haven't been on since 2009. Using a finally arrived liquor license to re-energize the hood named for Henry Irby's prized deer head, The Dive Bar.

Setup in a defunct women's consignment shop (bonus!), and opening its much-delayed, beer-bucket-lamped, glass-garage-doored upstairs tonight (with a downstairs dance floor coming in Feb), Dive's a two-floor, basement-esque "extreme sports bar" whose owner Billy says he's "bringing fresh energy" to the area, and compares TDB to a locomotive that's "not latching on, and is no caboose"...whatever, as long as it's not Money Train. The full bar's offering an intentionally no-frills beer selection, including 420 on tap and Red Stripe/other standard bottles, plus tall-boys galore; you can also keep it classy with fishbowls, or a 17oz secret-recipe cocktail in a take-home cowboy-footwear cup they're considering calling "Get The Boot", also what the Allied Powers sighed when they got really desperate in WWI, and Belgium was waffling. They're "alive at 5" every day (except tonight -- 9pm!), and there'll be "choice" acoustic performances five nights a week, plus $1 beer-steamed hot dogs (the lone eats besides popcorn & peanuts) on Sports Saturdays, when they'll screen skateboarding/surfing/snowboarding extremeness, and Billy swears that somewhere in the world of televised athletics, he's going to find some co-ed sports, although to be fair, picking a flag out of a giant nose as Mark Summers counts down to zero isn't a real "sport".

As Billy continues to scour DirecTV for hot intramural kickball matchups, every week there'll be games and contests like "cylinder surfing" (balancing on a 2"x20" platform, then taking a "Dive Bomb" shot for failing), "One-Legged Ping Pong", and "Wet T-Shirt Limbo", because when you're in a place short on energy, a couple high beams can go a long way.