Last Call Bar

Meh! It’s a serviceable bar at the end of a terminal C at the airport. But I was thirsty, their beer is cold, their ice is colder… and while the staff isn’t necessarily «all about you,» they don’t ignore you either. The décor is sparse, but overall very serviceable for the purpose. Would I come here again, you ask? Well, yes.

Terminal C at Atlanta International Airport ranks somewhere between Pyongyang and Dante’s version of Hell as a place to avoid. But when you fly AirTran, you don’t really get much choice in the matter. Last Call at least gives the option of inebriation to avoid the horrors that await you in this desolate place.
They offer mixed drinks, $ 7.25 20 oz beers from a limited selection and a small food menu. On the way out west, I opted for a piece of carrot cake, which the label listed as containing 2506 calories. I don’t think that’s accurate. Well, I hope it isn’t. It was okay.
So… yeah.

Who would have thought that at the tail end of the C concourse would be a tiny little bar serving one of the best bloody marys that I’ve ever had in an incredibly long time???
Not I!
In my quest to simply get back to Chicago from Atlanta, and being patently early for my flight I settled in at Last Call across from the C3 gate to kill some time before my flight. I ordered my bloody mary, expecting nothing special. The bartender asked my vodka preference, which I appreciated — and watched as she began to make my drink. I’m pretty sure that I was watching the entire time, so I know she didn’t put anything über-​addictive in it, like you know — crack or porn; but damn if it wasn’t the best tomato based cocktail I’ve had in a really, really long time.