Moe's and Joe's — Restaurant in Atlanta

Ah, Moe’s and Joe’s—the dive bar that feels less like a place to grab a drink and more like a quirky, boozy museum of regrets. If you’ve ever wanted to experience what it’s like to get blackout drunk in a place that looks like it hasn’t seen a renovation since JFK was in office, this is your dream come true. It feels like a haunted frat house covered in Sharpie tattoos. It's where dreams go to party and then vomit behind the jukebox.

Let’s start with the ambiance. Forget industrial chic or rustic charm—this place is giving full “your cousin’s unfinished basement with commitment issues”. The walls? Oh, the walls. They’re not just walls; they’re a tribute to bad decisions made on $3 PBRs and the desperate need for self-expression. You’ll see everything from drunken poetry to cryptic love messages, all scrawled in sharpie, of course. There’s probably more heartfelt sentiment in that graffiti than in any of the conversations you'll overhear while you’re there. Want to leave your mark? There’s literally nothing stopping you. Just add your masterpiece to the ever-growing mural of questionable life choices.

Ah yes, the A/C situation. It’s like the bar’s own version of a roulette wheel: Will you sweat buckets, or will you just silently bake in your own filth wondering if this is what Purgatory smells like. It's a gamble you take every time. But hey, you wanted a true dive experience, right? Who needs air conditioning when you’ve got sticky floors, sharpie art, and a sense of impending doom? Listen—nobody comes here for the climate control. You come to Moe’s to sweat out your pride and make memories you’ll only vaguely remember.

The crowd? It’s a mixed bag of people who are all pretending this is their “low-key” bar, but deep down, everyone’s one shot away from getting into a very loud debate about whether or not the jukebox is “too much” for this vibe. (Spoiler: It’s never too much.) You’ll find first dates that should not be happening here, bachelorette parties trying their hardest to keep it together, and locals who clearly have accepted that Moe’s is their lifetime membership to the chaos club. It has everything from sweaty frat bros on their sixth “just one more shot” to locals who treat Moe’s like church. First dates? Mistake. Breakups? Definitely happening here. And in the corner, someone’s trying to figure out if that scribble on the wall says “Call me maybe” or “Call me mommy.” Either way, you're not emotionally ready.

And the bathroom—A war crime. You go in. You come out changed. That's all we'll say. Just imagine stepping into a dingy, poorly lit box of regret. If you're lucky, the toilet paper will exist and the lock will work. If not—welcome to Moe's, baby.

The Bartenders: Legends Only And now, let’s talk about the only reason this place hasn’t burned down from sheer chaos: the staff.

Mary is the high priestess of the bar. She’s got tattoos that tell better stories than most books, and she runs the show like a seasoned general in a war zone made of spilled beer and bad decisions.

Shelly and Heather? Icons. Absolute drink-slinging machines with the energy of caffeinated saints.

Jack and Olivia are the behind-the-scenes puppet masters, making sure no one runs out of PBR, tequila, or dignity (okay, they can’t perform miracles).

Harlee, who handles the chaos backend. From ordering supplies to making sure the merch looks nothing short of amazing.

Final Verdict But all of this—the walls that speak in sharpie, the oppressive heat when the A/C goes on strike, the bartenders who somehow make it feel like you're at a classy joint—is what makes Moe’s and Joe’s exactly what it is: a beautifully chaotic, sticky-floored masterpiece of dive-bar goodness. Would I recommend Moe’s and Joe’s? Only if you’re into bars that feel like a fever dream held together by PBR , and sheer willpower. But once you’re there, drenched in sweat, shouting over the music while sipping a suspiciously strong cocktail... it all just makes sense. Besides, remember: There’s no crying at Moe’s. (Unless it’s from laughing, or...

I visited Moe’s and Joe’s on Wednesday June 19 around 11:40-12 maybe. Me and a group of friends were wanting to grab a drink, and the week prior on June 12th I turned 21 so I still have a vertical id. Also I have just moved here from South Carolina so my drivers license is still from there. As soon as we walked up to the bar, the bartender ask for ids and a card with our name on it which we all showed him. He took my boyfriends id which was vertical but then he got to me and claimed that I had a fake id and told me to leave. Then one of my friends ask if we got a cop to verify it’s real if I could still drink there, then he said very rudely to my friend that she could leave too. And during this whole interaction two people to the left and right of our group were recording the interaction, which is really embarrassing when it was a situation that shouldn’t have happened. So once we begin to leave the bartender starts high-fiving the men who were recording and acting very immature. Once we got outside, I looked in the window and they were mocking us through the window. I understand that this is a private establishment and you can deny anyone but I don’t understand why it was created into a very rude interaction, when the Id is real and the credit card I showed him is from a bank only in South Carolina and had my name one it. I have sent you a email as well, and I hope you will get...

This is my first and only review thus far. A few friends and I attempted to get a drink here, however, one of the bartenders denied us service. It was a Wednesday night, 06/19/2024, and he was convinced that my friend’s license was fake. Just a week ago she turned 21, and one year ago she moved to Georgia from South Carolina, hence her vertical ID from South Carolina. Prior to tonight, I’ve had great experiences at Moe’s and Joe’s, but I don’t think I’ll be back again. I highly recommend training the bartenders here to be able to identify FAKE identification, because it is blatantly obvious that they cannot differentiate between real and fake forms of it currently. Additionally, I understand that some establishments have a policy regarding vertical licenses, but he gladly accepted a vertical Georgia ID from another friend in our group prior to asking for hers. When I asked, “what if I called the cops to verify that her license is a valid form of identification,” I was also asked to leave. Meanwhile, two regulars on each side of my group were filming us, acting as if we were making a scene. It genuinely seemed like a power trip, and the bartender did this to put on a show and impress his regular friends. After consulting with the group, we also agreed that he seemed to be under the influence of alcohol, which is illegal in the...