Jesus Christ, this place is like the living dead... Or the last supper. Grey strings and Blublockers dominate this joint. Over 57 1/2? No problem, that's what your minimum IRA distribution is for. At night, it kinda reminds me of the Haunted Mansion at Disney World.
What's spookier is watching old people eat. A lovely couple, Wilford Brimley gnawing away in the corner with shit coming outta his mouth... Last time I saw a mouth like that, it had a hook in it. Bea Arthur was dressed to nines, 1890's... Oh baby, you musta been something before electricity.
Stick with the lunch items, they're your best bet... I liked the Curry Chicken Salad sammie and Beets/Orange Salad (TO GO). Dining inside with the funk of Depends and Fixodent makes me nauseous. Dinner, on the other hand is a crap shoot, you don't always get what you order, just like in the nursing home. The meatloaf was not of this planet... It might had been a fresh loaf from a pair of 50" waist pants. The lasagna looked like the innards of a possum... A Tauntaun sounds more appealing.
The lunch service is terrible, I had better service from a pickup window. "Hey dude, go see what that guy wants..." and that was the owner! Haha. The dinner service was a bit better... "Hey, do you want a spoon with that soup?" No, pal... I'll just lap it up like a measly mutt. *Sigh*
Pros: No corkage fee, decent sammies.
Cons: No liquor license, the patrons will out live this joint (throw a cocoon in a pool, STAT)
Now, get off my lawn!
Poop.
Peachtree Battle Shopping Center
Atlanta, GA 30305
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