Southern Art & Bourbon Bar Revisit

With the word "bourbon" in the name, you would think I'd be here on a nightly basis... I would totally be but Buckhead is not in my regular rotation, since never. But I do get around here sometimes if out of state pals are in town or some other forces of nature that compels me like snow in this town. In this case, the pouch overridden my normal state of mind and commanded me to nosh here with a bunch of friends.

Assorted Charcuterie. Take your stinking paws off the ham, you damn dirty ape! You're ruining my shot... The plank of goodies was gone when that shit literally hit the table. Manners people, manners... Porn first, snout stuffing second.

Sweet Corn Spoonbread. A bit dry and brittle, it turned to sand once you spoon it on to your plate. Ask for a straw and a razor blade... Snorting it is better than making a fool of yourself trying lick your plate.

 Scalloped Sweet Potatoes. Greasy, fatty and tasty.

 

Tanglewood Farms Chicken Wings. Benne seed, southernyaki sauce, scallions. Decent wangz but a bit too sweet from that southeryaki or whatever it is jizz. Fuck the sweet, bring on the heat! That dumb charred lemon does nothing flavor wise, it even looks stupid... Like skid marks on your underpants. Yeah, I know you has them, I can smell it.

Wild Caught GA Shrimp & Grits, housemade andouille, okra, hominy, field peas, tomato, shrimp scallion broth. Pretty decent shrimp & grits, after awhile, every S&G plate around town start to taste the same to me...

Bourbon Glazed Pork Shank, braised collard greens, bourbon jus. Motherfucking Flintstones back up in this piece. This is a deadly weapon, heard the commie-liberals are working on legislature to ban this... For the children. They will confiscate it and keep it safe... In their pouch.

Braised Beef Short Ribs, creamed swiss chard, braised root vegetables. Looks like someone braised a brick. It was the size of one, who the fuck can eat this much fork tender and flacid man meat? ....Oh, me me me me... Oh, shut up, pouchito.
 

Buttermilk Fried Chicken, whipped potatoes, garlic green beans, red pepper gravy. Wait, fuck the gravy. All it does is make my shit soggy like elbow skin on a hag's face. I like my cheekan hot, greasy, juicy, crispy and crackling. It's a good fried chicken... Damn, it better be for this price point. I could get about 26 1/2 pieces and a retarded wing of amazing Popeyes for the same price. Can you feel me?

12 Layer Red Velvet Cake. I hope that white shit is iberico fat. Nope, just 12 layers of cream cheese frosting. It wasn't as good as my last visit a few months ago. It looked sloppy and amateurish this time. Thank baby Jesus, I didn't order this... One bite and I had enough like stanky poontang.

It's still a decent resto, the food is above average, it's an expense account/ take your out of town fwends/ family kinda of joint. The ham selections are rather decent and tasty. The bourbon bar is just a side show but I like booze so I'm happy.


3315 Peachtree Rd NE
Atlanta, GA 30326
404) 946-9070
http://southernart.com/