If I'm gonna drive all the way over to Dickhater, there better be a decent drink waiting for me. I was giddy as a school girl when I saw some classic drinks on the black board. Moscow Mule, Sidecar, Pisco Sour, Manhattan, Sazerac and my cock-du-jour-tail... Old-Fashioned. Fuck yeah.
Requested no soda and just a splash of water and watched the first barkeep make my drink hoping he would do it right. Ruh roh, cherry muddled, slice of orange w/ pulp and a chunk of ice that sank the Titanic. That shit was weaker than the skinny old woman next to me that smelled like BenGay. Then, the man, Fable, came by and chit chatted with him a bit. He asked how my drink was, I said "The shit is a bit weak." He replied, "No problem." ...And took a bottle of whiskey that was sitting right in front of me and turned that iceberg into a real drink. Good show, old boy! I knew this was gonna be a good night, a real good night.
Finally, agreed to leave the bar and go to my table.... 25 minzies later. But the drinks didn't stop coming from Fable. I was fucking in love. Menu? What menu? Oh, food menu... "Oh, just pick something... You're cramping my style, bro." I sez to the server. I got drinking to do, man. Let's get back to that whiskey... Irish whiskey? Dude, we are like Twins because that's exactly what I was thinking... I'm Arnold and you're Danny DeVito, though.
Intermission:
Jamon Iberico, Jamon Serrano, Salchichon - All these porkers were delicious... Verra tastee meat curtains if I do say so myself. A lot better quality since the last time I was there... Or mebbe I was dwunk. Shit, Ocar Mayer woulda prolly tasted good.
Tocino con Manzana - Slow braised Kurobuta pork belly... Swine was like butta. With all the hard liquor I put down, my pouch coulda turned bone and teeth into butter. But seriously, it was good but they could have given a lil more.
Salchicha 3-ways - Chorizo, lamb sausage and fennel sausage. I'll eat anything that is meat and stuffed into a tube. It was a nice assortment but my attention was really on my next drink. This was just conversation.
Seared Foie Gras French Toast - Ok, hold that drink... A kick ass piece of foie gras cooked perfectly and melted like LSD on the tip of your tongue. Shit tastes so good when it hits your lips.
My escort was interested in the Cheek Tacos but I wasn't gonna fall for that banana in the tail pipe trick again. Last time I had it, shit was breaking all apart and junk. Passed on the Churros and Eggplant fwies as well... More money to drink with! Right on.
They have come a long way since they first opened... Both in food and making a real drink. This joint is always packed because they have a great location (if you live in Dickhater) and a great concept. But the barkeeps and their drinks are the real draw for me here... And they get so excited when someone knows how and what to drink like they do. Just thinking about it makes my nips hard.
We closed that shit down.
Dude, WTF is my car?
Burp.
121 Sycamore St
Decatur, GA 30030
(404) 371-8800
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