Wednesday, February 24, 2021 / by Carlen Hultgren
You hear yacht club and you think water, boats, big boats. You think the yacht crowd,
expensive understated casual clothes, affected accents, or Newport (either coast). You
do not think of Little 5 Points in Atlanta. Nowhere near a port or any body of water, the
Euclid Avenue Yacht Club, the nautically themed dive, is all about kitschy
Since 1987, the EAYC has served upscale pub food in an environment
that “Hippie” (Don) Hinamon, one of three original owners, affectionately characterized
as, “Kind of like Manuel’s on LSD.” And he would know, having worked at the iconic
watering hole of both locals and big time Democratic politicians.
Along with friends, and Manuel’s co-workers, Michelle Janko and Don Sweet,
Hinamin, started the business in an abandoned jewelry store, who’s owner had been in
prison for a couple of years. “The place already had a bit of an edgy feel,” Hinamin
reminisced, “there was a magic and love that has been unrelenting ever since a year
before it opened…I know so many bars may think that and I’m sure every neighborhood
tavern has a little bit of that. But this place… there were magical things that happened
all the time, bizarre things. Good and bad.”
Sweet died tragically in a 1991 motorcycle accident. Janko retired in 2013.
Hinamin worked at EAYC until March of 2020 when COVID forced him to close. The
news that Manny Manuel (the youngest son of the original Maloof and founder of
Manuel’s) would take over the helm of the Yacht Club in 2021, seemed a fitting next
step for the iconic bar. It was welcome news, giving the eclectic neighborhood tavern,
another breath of life, and in a way coming full circle back to its roots.
People, including the regulars, tend to stick around the Yacht Club. There’s a set
of stools at one end of the bar lovingly named ‘The Bullshit Corner.’ The food and the
drinks are better than they need to be, and the mix of stuffed marlins and skulls on the
wall keep it weird. There’s darts, trivia and, sometimes heated, conversations with
strangers, who quickly become friends.
At the end of one of the articles that used for my research, I found a list of well-
known, semi-famous locals and their memories of the EAYC and I thought to do the
I drove to south to Atlanta from Martha’s Vineyard while Hurricane Hugo drove
north in 1989. It was early afternoon, 3:00pm to be exact, when I found myself in the
middle of Little 5 Points, saw an open door below a sign that said BEER. I parked on
Euclid, walked into the empty, sweltering tiny space, to be greeted by a guy that went by
the name of Wee-Wee. (he had worked for a urologist.)
“I’m sorry, mam’, we don’t open till 4:00. I only have the door open because the
AC is busted.”
I must have looked like I would cry, so he let me sit down and poured us both a
beer. I told him, my story and within the hour, I had a place to live, a friend, and a
hangout. Talk about being in the right place at the right time; the Yacht Club was less
than 2 years old.
I was sitting at the bar, near the bullshit corner, on the night of October 17, 1989
when the Loma Prieto earthquake shook the stadium in Oakland. One die hard sports
fan yelled, “It’s a fucking earthquake!” It was one of the rare times the bar was silent as
everyone stared at the tiny TV in the corner, until the flickering picture came back on.
Then there was the time Hippie, Michelle, and Don took motorcycles up to the
mountains and left Robert, a long-time manager and friend (also a Manuel’s alumni), in
charge. The night they returned, Robert had changed the bar to an Italian restaurant,
complete with red and white tablecloths, bread sticks on the tables, chianti bottles
covered in melting wax, and Volare’ blasting from the Rolling Stones accustomed
speakers, and the throats of regulars, welcoming them home.
I was honored to be asked to make the dress for the L5P the wedding of the
season at Callenwald, between Wee-wee and his long-time finance’, Mitzi.
I am the proud owner of one of the original EAYC Parking stickers, allowing me
to park on in front of the bar, if I could find a spot, like everyone else. It was a thing. It
was being part of the cool kids of L5P back then. But then again, everyone that walked
through those doors, was embraced into the cool kid’s club.
While a delicate balance of strangeness and originality has been maintained
through the gentrification of residential areas around Little Five Points, EAYC has been
left for the most part, to its own quirky self.
And like so many locally owned small businesses in our fair city, the backbone of
neighborhood life, the result of hard work, community support, and good karma, this
too, is the legacy of Hippie, Michelle and Don, the Euclid Avenue Yacht Club, long time
regulars and first timers, and the neighborhood of Little 5 Points; everyone was
welcome 34 years ago, and everyone is welcome today.
* All photos provided courtesy of Euclid Avenue Yacht Club