Y'all know how much I love restaurant names that spell Grill with the extra "e" in it. It makes it sound fancy. And as you know, I'm a fancy kinda girl. The previous tenant, Craft, was a decent resto by that hairless douche from Top Chef but their reason for closing it was such bullshit. People are stupid but not that stupid to see the real reason why... No one spends millions building out a space and then close shop within a year. Tom Colicchio realized this city wasn't ready for Craft and got the fuck outta Dodge unlike that frog, Jean-Georges, and stuck it out with that hellacious Spice Market. But anyways back to Del Frisco's... So, can this big box of cougars make it work in this semi cursed space? Initial impressions of the spectacle happening inside provides ample evidence of which way it's going... And that direction happens to point to the exit sign or a noose. But let's take a look anyways...
Cocktail Menu. Yup, this says it all. Classy. No where else to go except up from here.
WILD MUSHROOM Fontina Cheese, Caramelized Onions, Baby Arugula. You have to be a special ed retard taking online courses for a PhD to screw up a flatbread. It was decent and edible.
PIMENTO CHEESE FRITTERS Chipotle Ranch Sauce. Where are we? Chuck E Cheese's? Cuz we all know how kids love balls with white creamy jizz sauce dripping off their chin.
SAVANNAH BLUE CRAB TOAST Parmesan, Old Bay & Lemon. WTF is this plague on a plate? If herpes can take vacations, it would come here. Disgustingly greasy and tasteless. Not to mention burnt.
CHICKEN SCHNITZEL Sweet Potato Spaetzle, Bordelaise Sauce, Fried Egg, Brown Butter & Parmesan. Seriously, bro, you don't have to put a fried egg on top to try to make it look farm to table... You're not fooling anyone. Nothing back there in the kitchen came from a farm... Mebbe a cuckoo farm. Look at the two squirts of "Bordelaise Sauce" on either side. Fucking hilarious. Next time, order a thinner piece of pre-breaded frozen chicken patty. At least try a little harder to attempt to trick me that this is a schnitzel. Don't ask Seven Hens for advice.
MESQUITE-SMOKED PORK CHOP Anson Mills Grits, Bourbon-Apple Glaze. Came out cold and over cooked. The meat was tougher to chew than most of the cougars at the bar. Re fired it, second coming was barely warmed over and raw inside. I give up. This presentation was so unappealing to the eyes that I rather direct my eyeballs towards the wrinkled and cracked foundations of make up found on the pigs at the bar.
PRIME SLICED NEW YORK STRIP 8oz Fresh Tomato-Basil Salsa, Aged Balsamic Reduction. I love the tomato-basil "salsa"... I guess salsa nowadays are just cherry tomatoes cut in half. The strip was cooked to temp and pre-sliced but the attempt to reassembled it on the plate to look anything like a mouthwatering steak proved challenging. This presentation that looks like an obeast woman trying to trim her landing strip trumps the pork chop in the heinous category. If I was blind, I would be happy with this dish. On the other hand, maybe not... because I wouldn't touch this meat braille with my fingers.
Lump Crab, Arugula-Cherry Tomato Salad, Chive-Lemon Butter. Escoffier just turned over in his crepe-lined coffin. The only French technique deployed in this dish was that the line cook haven't bathe in weeks. Doesn't the cherry tomato salad look eerily similar to the tomato salsa in the strip steak dish? The lump crab meat musta got dented while being unloaded from the back of the truck because it was stringy. The chive lemon butter took a short cut to the plate without the chives or butter... A ladle of lemon juice is good enough that the diner wouldn't noticed. You're right pal, I didn't noticed because this went straight into the garbage after the first bite and detection of tilapia.
Roasted Asparagus. This side dish showed me that the kitchen staff could do something right... But my pee didn't smell like asparagus. They can't even get that right.
Pimento-County Ham Mac & Cheese. Don't ask, don't tell... Me that this came from a box. Fuck me, it did. Why Lord, why?!
This new location for this chain is either super smart or super stupid to open up in this space in Buckhead because the food was so poorly sourced and executed that any decent person with any sense of taste would find everything on the menu and cocktail menu revolting... But that doesn't stop the countless cougars and sabertooths from seeking a sugar daddy at the bar. Oh, wait, I totally forget this was in Buckhead. Case closed. Atlanta gets what Atlanta deserves. This place will kill it.
No Rating.
3376 Peachtree Road
Atlanta, GA
404-537-2828
http://delfriscosgrille.com/atlanta
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