Peacock Lounge — Restaurant in Savannah

In short, the atmosphere is unwelcoming, the wait is absurd, and the dress code targets "urban" individuals.

We waited in line for 40 minutes for the host to let us in. We come here often and are used to a 10-minute wait at minimum. This was different. When we finally got downstairs, a tall, older gentleman in a three-piece stood in the middle of the lounge staring down at the three of us. We thought "strange" and continued to the bar. At the bar, another suited man — who I can only HOPE was a part owner — stared at us incessantly and uncomfortably. Every time I looked up this guy was eyeing me like a taxidermy.

After a bit, the rest of our film staff finally met us downstairs and that's when the tall guy felt it most appropriate to approach my partner asking him to remove his "baseball jersey". The only problem was that it wasn't a jersey at all. It was a well-fitted button-up sweater — no team on it at all, but the words "1984". Go, Team Orwell? He then skips over our other friend who is wearing an actual hoodie and jeans and proceeds to let us know that my baseball cap is also "not allowed but can be kept on". My cap also had no team — just a $40 hat with the words "Los Angeles" written in script.

Pretty odd considering there was an entire bachelorette party sitting 4-feet away wearing 'Barbie' cowboy hats. A few moments later another group of white women enter the lounge in daisy-dukes and bralettes. They looked gorgeous but if the idea is for an upscale speakeasy, you would think the rules would apply universally, not just to the individuals with an "urban" look.

I continue standing, frustrated by the imbalance of rules and also, still being stared at profusely by suited martini guy. He finally leaves (not breaking eye contact) and returns a few seconds later. Right then, another host approaches me and asks me to remove my baseball cap. By then I'd had enough and left. How embarrassing and completely unnecessary.

We understand curating an elevated experience. We can even understand exercising a dress code too. What we don't appreciate is being stared at (which, despite public opinion, is still very rude) and profiled for our clothing while other patrons are permitted to wear plastic pink cowboy hats and daisy dukes. Not really formal wear, is it? In addition, if the idea is to exude some sort of aristocratic feel, maybe don't have your aristocrats standing outside in between trash bins and industrial dumpsters for 40 minutes.

My business partner and I have been visiting the Peacock Lounge since it opened. We've always thought Savannah could use a lounge experience comparable to Atlanta's and had been excited to see it booming in the last few years. We invite our house guests as well as co-workers in film to visit. Hence our shock when we arrived last night to such a clear display...

I attempted to visit Peacock Lounge since I was in Savannah for the holiday. Mistake, maybe?

When my brother and I arrived on a Friday night around 11:20pm, there were 5 people already waiting in "line" outside of the establishment. We were in that line for maybe 5-7 minutes when a man named "Washington" let 4 of those people in ahead of Will who was in line ahead of those people, and he had been there for at least 30 min before us. I questioned Washington (head of security) to get an understanding on how people in line in front of us, but behind Will, could skip ahead. Washington explained that those 4 people knew one of his staff and someone sent a text to him giving them the "go ahead" to skip ahead (I'm assuming). Not cool either way. So during my questioning, Washington made it clear that I had to get back in line and essentially wait my turn. Before I did that, I asked him what the capacity was for the lounge and he cleared stated that there was not a capacity. I knew that had to be an untruth because the majority of public places in the US have a capacity. Anyway, I went back to the line where Will and my brother were still waiting. At some point a bartender came outside. I asked him about the capacity and he said that it was 40 something. He also stated that there was about that many patrons in the lounge at that time. A few minutes later, a group of four people walked up to the line and one of them asked us (myself, my brother, and Will) if the lounge was at capacity because they had gotten shutdown the weekend before due to being over capacity. We did not know so I told them to ask one of the 2 security people at the door. Washington was one of those people but he was not at the door when they initially walked. He walked up about a minute later and after another minute, HE LET THEM CONTINUE INTO THE LOUNGE! We were still in line waiting, and in the cold. I went inside and followed the group that was allowed in. Washington told me to stop and when I challenged him, he stated that one of the people with that group was a staff at a neighboring or sister bar, so they could enter ahead of us. The entire situation was quite deplorable and was handled very unprofessionally. Being a visitor and first timer to a local business, Washington left a bad taste in my mouth. He handled the entire situation poorly. He had zero sympathy and was handling things however he wanted, which in turn made the business look bad. I would NOT be able to recommend this particular lounge, but that is only because the security person was a...

My husband and I were in town for my birthday weekend and walked around the city all day. In the evening we dropped into the lounge. We sat in the small bucket chairs to the left off the entrance. I went up to order our drinks and when I got back, the bartender motioned for my husband to take off his cap. My husband did as requested because if it is part of policy, he didn’t have a problem obliging. The problem was there was a Caucasian man sitting at the bar, directly in front of his (bartender) face with a baseball cap on who wasn’t asked to remove his. As an African American man, my husband and I felt as though he was targeted by the bartender. It was really upsetting that the bartender saw us (across the room) and seemed to miss this other gentleman right in front of his face.

We brought it to his (bartender) attention and I also spoke to the manager who talked to him and offered us a complimentary round of drinks.

Hoping that it was an isolated incident- but it definitely killed our celebratory mood for...