A lot has changed in Atlanta since 1972.
The metro area grew by thousands of square miles and its population swelled by millions. We’ve hosted the Olympics, have the busiest airport in the world, and have out-sprawled nearly every other city in the country. But some things haven’t changed, and McKinnon’s Louisiane is one of them.
By the time I migrated from Cobb County into the city, McKinnon’s already qualified as an Atlanta Classic. So much so that in my eagerness to try out all of the newly opened bars and restaurants, I didn’t even think about stopping in. For years, I’d drive past the weathered sign in front, and images of a smoky bar filled with salty, hard-drinkin’ regulars flashed through my mind. As I discovered upon my first visit, I had it all wrong. That is, except for the part about the regulars.
It’s a time capsule of old-school Atlanta dining, with a feel that couldn’t be recreated if you tried.
Savannah native Billy McKinnon left his job as