Falling in love again

Posted on: May 30, 2012

Guys – Dr. Dallas called and said he wanted to marry me. I said yes.

HA HA. Just kidding.

This is actually about the one good thing that came out of Dr. Dallas’ visit – I fell in love with Atlanta again. You know how it is when you live somewhere so long and everything seems stale and lifeless and you just hate it and think everywhere else in the world is better? Even the huts in the African bush? (Maybe that’s just me…)

Well, taking Dr. Dallas around the city reminded me how much fun it can be here. Consider this your virtual culinary tour of the place I’ve lived for way too long now 😉

Saturday: He got in around dinner time, and because he has to eat every 2 hours or has the vapors, we went straight to get some food — went to Virginia Highlands and had dinner at Surin of Thailand. SO YUM. The Ginger Martini was amazing – totally loved it. After dinner, we walked around (not holding hands, of course, because god forbid we touch) and he noticed a sign for a wine bar at Murphy’s. Murphy’s is known to have the best brunch in town, but I’ve never hung out there. We went to the wine bar, which is literally 6 bar stools at this half-circle and ended up having a fantastic time there! The ‘bartender’ (wine guy?? he wasn’t a sommelier) was awesome and had just come back from living in Cape Town, so we all chatted about that, had fantastic wines and then… the dessert… OMG. The TollHouse Pie is fucking amazing. It’s rich and sweet but not TOO rich or TOO sweet so that it gives you instant diabetes. It was just delicious!

Sunday: Picked him up (yes, I drove him around all weekend AND paid for everything – he did offer, but I figured since he had to buy a plane ticket and hotel, it was only fair) and we went to the Decatur Arts Festival. The first thing we did was look for food, because yeah… We had lunch at Raging Burrito – my quesadilla was really good, and my drink, the Drunken Golfer was even better (Sweet Tea Vodka with Strawberry Lemonade). Walked around the festival, chatted with the artists – he took a lot of business cards since he couldn’t really buy anything, and I ended up purchasing a small piece that ended up in my guest bathroom.

After a brief respite, I picked him back up in the evening and we headed to Inman Park for dinner at Barcelona Wine Bar.  I wanted to sit at the bar (it’s my favorite thing to do) but he preferred an outside table, so there we went. Sunday’s are half-off bottles of wine, and you know I can’t resist – we got an excellent recommendation from the waiter (Godello) and both of us really enjoyed it. Also, service was impeccable. And not in a snooty hoity-toity way, but a really nice, friendly, local type of way (if that makes sense).  Food was great – I love the tapas there and they actually have a really great veggie selection (which was why I chose the place). Dessert again was awesome – I liked the pie better, but the crepes were different and still yummy.

Monday: Our final lunch together — took him to Antico Pizza, and got a simple Margherita Pie. He thought it was the best pizza he’s ever had.  So we’re eating and he says, “I’m surprised it took us this long to get to pizza.”   Me: “Why?”   Him: “Because usually for vegetarians that’s the staple.”

Ok… he knows I am vegetarian too. Why wouldn’t I know the good food options (for me, which means by default him too) in the city I live in? Where did he think I was going to take him? The Brazilian Steakhouse? For a doctor, he’s kind of dumb.

We did the CNN tour before he left – I had forgotten how kind of cool it really is.

So after dropping him off at the airport (we did hug goodbye – the only contact all weekend), I met up with friends to de-stress – my friend picked Tavern at the Phipps. It’s not my favorite place, but I figured I’d get there about 30 minutes after them, so I called in my drink order and expected my rum and coke to be waiting for me when I got there. Um… no.  So, Tavern is a popular place – not because the food is good or the drinks are amazing, but because the girls wear next to nothing. Which is fine – eye candy is never a bad thing for anyone. But when they can’t actually do their job, it’s fucking ridiculous. Like I said, I get there after my friends did and what did they have in front of them?  Waters. Which they had to ask for. And apparently, the waitress had never come back to get any of their orders. We waited 5 more minutes and I couldn’t make eye contact with any of the waitresses that walked by. Apparently, I’m beneath them (although, considering they wear 5-inch heels to serve in, everyone’s beneath them.)

My friend, F, asked one of the girls if we could get some service. Her exact words: “We’re short staffed, so you HAVE to be patient.”

Um, actually, we don’t, bitch. See ya. We left. (Also, there were 4 waitresses and about 6 tables that were taken, so….)  My girlfriend, T, looks around and asks, “Do we have to pay for the waters?” HAHAHA. NO! We do not. Let’s go. Fortunately, this was the only bad service I encountered all weekend, and honestly, that place is notorious for it. And possibly being racist, which if you ask me, played a part in things. It’s hard to prove but we noticed that other people around us, who weren’t the same color as us, were being served…whatever.

At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter what you wear while you do your job, but if you can’t actually do said job (which, how hard is it? Take the damn orders and bring out the food), you suck. And if you purposely choose to not wear underwear under your short skirt in order to get more tips, don’t be offended when people look. (But of course, they bring in a rich older-male clientele that tips heavily based on being able to just look, so good for them, I guess.)

We went down to Twist, the bar at the end of the mall. And thank god, because the weekend was saved. We had a fabulous waitress who was attentive and sweet and funny and fun and educated (because we actually talked about that with her!), AND it was half-off bottles of wine! WOO HOO! So we went through two, because I’m a bad influence. 🙂

All in all, it was a great “foodie” weekend, although I use “foodie” loosely. It was a good reminder for me of the eclectic and diverse neighborhoods that are around and how I should take advantage of where I live, instead of being sad about it and wishing I was overseas all the time.


ok – the city’s not as pretty as this makes it seem, but hey… let the post-Atlanta love glow last for a few more days before I go back to being mad I live here




2 Responses to "Falling in love again"

Hello, you drink like a real man these days 😉 What happened and how did the change occur? I am so proud of you lol 🙂 I love getting half off on bottles of wine and can never resist either….

We need to meet up somewhere exotic and drink our cares away. Now I can keep up with you 🙂

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