201 Lounge Savannah

You'll hear the bass rattling the doorframe before you even catch the neon sign flashing out on James B Blackburn Drive. The door guy isn't messing around tonight, so you'll want to have your ID ready while you're standing in the gravel parking lot line. It's loud, sticky, and you'll immediately smell stale beer mixed with cheap fog juice as soon as you step inside 201 Lounge.

Heavy room. The stage sits right up against the brick wall, and the guitar amps are already humming before soundcheck. The high bar stools by the counter are missing their rubber feet, so they wobble whenever you shift weight. Don't expect fancy craft cocktails here because they're pouring standard domestic drafts in plastic cups that leave rings on the tables. You won't find a coat check, so keep your jacket tied around your waist.

People are crowding around the small dance floor, bumping shoulders and shouting over the feedback echoing off the ceiling. Bartenders are rushing to keep up with the crowd while cash changes hands fast at the register. Watch your step near the back corner where the silver floor tape's peeling up next to the main speaker stack.