Where am I... Alpharetta?
Oh dear baby Jesus, Lindbergh City is lost like Moses in the desert. This place is the melting pot of suburban mediocre crud grub. You have all your greatest hypocrites:
LongJohns, Chili's Willy, Taco Smack, 5 Toolz Burgaz, Tongue In A Groove, HotPrix, My Fanini, Zips and now Urban Cracks...
I don't know who came up with the ideal of serving it on an artist palette... but that flatbwead sure looks like a mess of gooey oil paints. The Spicy Shrimp Chorizo tasted, well... flat. The first one came out undercooked and without chorizo... it was so pathetic, I thought it was a joke by the dishwasher. When the manager noticed it was made wrong he sent out another one. The second coming wasn't anymore of a religious experience than the first. C'mon, you guys know the second time around just doesn't have that build up. If I had a sausage that looked that disgraceful, I wouldn't be showing it in public let alone have someone put it in their mouth. The chorizo were plain old sausages dyed in pink coloring ... my wine had more spice.
The wine list is pretty good for a cookie cutter joint but some prices are just outrageous for a soccer family joint. They have these new fangled temp. controlled cuvee/wine dispensers... Yippy, hooray, now you can serve 3 week old wine and pwetend it's fwesh. Yay...
The DJ was an embarrassment... I think it was Corky. His mix was all over the place... Hell, I wouldn't hire him for a Bar Mitzvah. He played stuff that would make Helen Keller scream her hands off.
Even though, the menu is a mess and the DJ was a re-re... The wine, booze and service can make up for it (3 stars for each). Oh blah dee, oh blad daa...
Life Goes On.
2450 Piedmont Rd
Ste 100
Atlanta, GA 30324 (404) 949-0600
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