“Buckhead isn’t what it used to be.” That could be the tagline for Atlanta’s best-known neighborhood, where politicians, rappers, blue-bloods, and the nouveau riche (and oh yeah, the governor) mingle with apartment dwellers, the cash-poor, and the entirely normal people; where fine international dining meets light-beer pub crawls; where Atlanta’s whitebread history of private schools and gated mansions are inextricably linked to (and incredibly removed from) the city’s African-American and urban fabric. In the mid-20th century, Buckhead was a rustic, white, middle-class bastion of high-school hoo-rahs and church Sundays. By the turn of the millennium, it was known internationally as the site of a double murder outside of a nightclub after the Super Bowl. Locally, it has long served as a derisive moniker for anyone who seemed too materialistic or entitled: “She’s very Buckhead, yes?” Today, the old commercial center—the Buckhead Triangle at Peachtree, Paces Ferry, and Roswell—is a redesigned, high-end shopping district. But some of the best places of Buckhead’s history still remain the same.
The best bakery for power players and hoi polloi alike.
Now, you might think to yourself, "Hey, I'm not buying someone else's garbage." Think again, friend. The key to a great thrift store is the curation by the staff. Does the Thrift House have any idea what they’re doing? Despite a weak selection of music, yes, prize finds are ample. To wit: A shopper recently landed six Duralex shot glasses and a Microsoft baseball cap! We still regret not going in on the full-size air hockey table we once spotted for $30! Bonus sweg boost: They put your stuff in reused high-end retail bags (e.g. Saks, Brooks Brothers, etc.).
