Posts tagged ‘Atlanta’
I was feeling slightly uneasy, but read good things about the Holy Taco restaurant in Atlanta. So for lunch I grabbed a cab and drove over there. It was a beautiful sunny day and there’s a nice patio with tables in the shade. I sit down and look at the menu. Immediately I’m exstatic when I order an oxtail epanada, Tacos with chicken, beef tongue and brisket. To start some nachos with salsa and guacamole are served. Suddenly I start to feel more and more nauseous, before even eating anything. Whatever I ate the night before suddenly started acting up. I immediately counter by devoring guacamole in great heaps. The nachos I tried, but for my taste they were too greasy. The main courses arrive and by now I literally feel like throwing up. With great determination I take a bite of every dish and it tastes and smells beautiful, I just can’t finish it. I drink as much Pellegrino as I can too make sure nothing happens. The waitress asks me with a disappointed look if there was an issue with the food. I meekly smile at here and say no, that I’m just feeling a little bit uneasy. Slowly I start to suspect the weird crab salad with mango I had the night before. I leave the restaurant, sad that I was only able to sample instead of devour the great food. My cab brings me back to the hotel just in time….
Great Prices for great food:
Fire of Brazil is a Brazilian steakhouse in downtown Atlanta. We were running late at night, hence we did a quick run to the salad bar. It made me smile – a lot of very ecclectic dishes were served. It was exactly what one could expect, but nothing memorable. The weirdest thing I had was some crab salad with mango. Then the fun part began, people running around with sticks of meat and you would select whatever you’d like. The challenge here is fighting the urge to try all of them and waiting out for the highlights. Overall the choice cuts were okay, but not thrilling and you had to dodge some of the weirder sausages they tried to spring on you. This is a typical place if you’re looking for a lot of food at a low price, but if you like to savor great meat, there are other places.
So I’ve been longing to try some real BBQ in the south of the US, and the Rolling Bones BBQ seemed just like the place. One of the gentlemen who I met up at this converted gas station seemed a little jumpy due to the surroundings, I can tell you that even though I was wearing a suit, nothing happened. Apparently when I got out of the cab some other patrons had to chuckle, this doesn’t seem to be your type of establishment where people go to by taxi. The place is like a fast food joint, you grab your meat at the counter and sit down to eat. I started off with some ribs, which were juicy, smoky and had a decent (not spectacular) sauce on top. I’m not quite sure what this white stuff was, apparently the americans call it bread, it felt more like the stuffing material inside a cheap couch. On the plus side was the brisket, again smoky, with a rich, umami taste to it. My favourite part however was the pork taco I had, simply delicious. I’d have to deduct some points for the side orders, neither the Ocra nor the Cole Slaw were sizzling. Overall a good BBQ joing, cheap and of high quality. Just sitting in the dining room, when they opened an oven it smelt beautiful. To be fair, if you scare easily, not the place you would want to walk to.
Calypso Cafe & Grill is a jamaican restaurant tucked away in a side street in Atlanta. It is pretty empty shortly after noon but starts to fill up as patrons (most of them seem to be regulars) duck in for a meal. I needed to get some input from the waiter since I’ve never eaten at a jamaican restaurant before. I order some crabcakes, followed by jerk chicken and a calypso fruit punch. The latter made him smile and he acknowledged that I was going for the full-blown experience. The crab cakes were okay, not a big fan of the cole slaw however. The sauce was tangy and fruity but served in a plastic container. Now Jerk chicken is apparently a staple food of Jamaica. It tasted like chicken with spices and this is exactley what it is. I’d order the plantains again, but I wasn’t too crazy about the rice and peas. I’ve never been to Jamaica, but I’m sure the place is authentic. There’s no Rastafari smoking weed out front, but I’m sure in Kingston that’s all just hearsay as well. Place is pretty cheap:
Since I really like Seafood the
Atlanta Fish Market sounded like a good place to head for dinner. Valet parking seems to be all the rage in the US, mainly also due to the fact that inner city public transport tends to be slightly underdeveloped. Nevertheless Atlanta is surprisingly green, the abundance of trees is astonishing and if you head up to the Sun Dial Bar you can see for yourself. We got a booth in a quiet corner of the restaurant and study the menu. I start of with some Oysters and some crab cakes. I really liked the crab cakes, the were juicy, slightly sweet and went nicely with the sauce. The fish menu is huge (almost too large for my liking) but the most natural choice was a Rainbow trout from the Georgia Mountains. It was expertly cooked, moist flesh and crunchy skin, paired with some mashed potatoes laced with scallion. It was a simple, tasty and good dish with a strong local connection (I skipped the shrimp cocktail since they were from the Philippines). If you’re into seafood and want a decent restaurant, this certainly is a safe bet.