It's like the walking dead in here. WTF is up with all the geezers in this piece, yo? Um, you do know that you're in a place called Six Feet Under... Serves the greasiest fwied food and sits across from a fucking cemetery. Some of these seniors are practically tap dancing on their coffin. Unless this is your last meal or your name is Benjamin Button, I wouldn't be caught dead around here. And the wait is murder. If I were you, Ben Franklin, I make like a fetus and head out.
I liked the old spot better, it had more character... This new space is so corporate looking, as with the other one on the Westside. It's a fucking tourist trap. By the looks of some of these nudniks, I guarantee you they drove at least an hour to come here... And wait hours upon hours for what? Grub that is pedestrian as shit?
I don't eat here anymore, I drink. Everything tastes the same... Like oil. If I wanted rat toes, there's plenty of them across the street. But I gotta admit they are prolly the best thing on the menu. I love me some fried foods but damn, 90% of their shit is fwied and runs through my bowels like a luge... Just smelling the grease in the air puts me 3 feet under.
Come here to drink and then eat at Stella... Or vice versa.
2.5 Stars.
Pump.
Pump.
Squirt.
415 Memorial Dr SE
Ste E
Atlanta, GA 30312
(404) 523-6664
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