The Atlanta Journal-Constitution called it one of the twelve essential cocktail bars in the city. We could have told them.
Tucked into Ponce City Market — past the food hall, under a canopy of moss and warm pendant light — the Upper Room does not perform. It gathers. Coffee in the morning. Wine at dusk. Cocktails when the room starts to hum. And on any given evening, an Edmond’s Honor New York Sour arriving at the bar as if it has always been part of the house.
What separates the Upper Room isn’t a gimmick or a hidden door. It’s a philosophy. The bar program is intentionally curated around Black-owned spirits, wines, and beers — a choice that reads on the menu and in the room. Cocktails carry names with stories. The Dyl, built on Bayab gin with passionfruit and dill, is named for the owner’s daughter. Coffees, lattes, refreshers, and teas draw from the Black diaspora. Nothing here is decorative.
“Next time you’re at the Upper Room, order a New York Sour.”— The Atlanta Journal-Constitution



