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Nobody's mentioning Taco Mac so it must either be history or have fallen way out of favor, because the one at VA and Highland was a place to be.
I don't remember the name of the place, but one of the gay bars had a drag queen review that I got hauled to once, and had a really great time. Lead queen was named Charlie Brown if I recall.
There are just so many Taco Macs, I guess we take them for granted perhaps.
The all night club you are thinking of was called Backstreet. That place was insane. So many drugs, strippers, hordes of gay guys dancing for 12 hours and more drugs. The odds of hearing snorting sounds while in the bathroom were better than 2-1. They sold whipits and had insanely long lines to get in as late as 5 AM. Possible headquarters and definite main hangout for the Velvet Mafia.
My favorite anecdote from that place (I have many, as I went there a lot when I first moved to ATL right after college) came on Halloween. First of all, said line was way long until 6:30 AM. Now, the thing about Backstreet is that there were lots of transvestites there. So... combine the already difficult problem of figuring out who is male and who is female with HALLOWEEN COSTUMES and you have a recipe for making out with a guy when you are into women. I consider myself lucky to have avoided this. One woman (you'll see how I was sure of her sex in a moment) was wearing some strange costume with lots of straps and buckles, and absolutely nothing covering her breasts. Just walking around, nipples waxing in the breeze. Nice costume. She was not so hot, but I had been drinking so that didn't occur to me until the next day.
One last thing about Backstreet: there was a phenomenon called the "Black Rain". You would be standing in one of the high ceiling rooms and something would drip on you. Basically, one of the dance rooms would get so sweaty that moisture would build up on the nasty ceiling and drip down on you. It could stain your clothes slightly black.