Pounding Pouch

Like the universe expands bigger everyday... So does the pouch. It has been very busy for the pouch lately. Consuming mass quantities of swill and slop in the finest troughs of Atlanta. I'm not gonna bore my one fan with my sometimes over the top diarrhea of the mouth comments because my fat stubby fingers are too swollen to type... Ok, maybe just a little, the pouch is such a pisser.

Fork & Juniper.
Stopped in here to check out the new duds and grub. They did a very nice job on the hotel renovation to the previous dump. The resto/bar menu was standard hotel/pub fare. Tried a few samples, it was acceptable with a few cocktails or a lot of drugs beforehand.

Chicken and Waffles. Chicken a little dry, sweet potato waffle needed a lot more syrup to get it down.

Buffalo Wings. Not spicy enough.

Coca Cola Wings. Not cokey enough.

Loaded Reuben Rolls. Decent thin crispy wrapper, innards forgettable.

General Muir.
Upscale hangover food. Totally acceptable.

Smoked Hash. This plate will absorb all the hangover from your body... It really works.

Double Stack Burger. Definitely a craveworthy burger. This gets my blood flowing so hard that I can pound nails with my Schwartz.

Home Grown.
This local favorite's reputation has spread to the OTP interlopers and has made it more difficult for the pouch to have his comfy cheekan quickly and in peace.

A bit skimpy and disappointed on the Comfy Cheekan pieces on this visit but still tasted good.

I like turtles and their ginormous Pancakes, of course.

Always gotta have the French Toast Sandwich. Also, don't forget to get a side of grits and biscuit and gravy.

Bellwoods Social House.
I liked the previous spot, West & Mill, it was decent. But a change could be even better. The menu is a mixed bag. The couple of dishes I tried were passable but the single serve frozen-esque pizza looked really suspect. If this joint is trying to be a local craft cocktail bar, stop trying to be a night club with a DJ playing club music at level 30 volume on the weekends... You can't even talk to the bartender let alone your friends next to you. Never trust a bar where your headliner bartender does not bar tend. But their demographics are pretty much oblivious, so it's a win win for everyone. I would come back if in the area.

Rum and Stout. I do like that they have a shot and drink chaser but the chaser pour was just plain chintzy. The first time I had it, it was a full pour. No consistency = bad impression.

Mini Lobsta Rolls. Please butter and toast your H&F buns. They were passable at best. Been there, done that.

Fried Pickles and Okra. A little thick on the cornmeal breading.

Bartaco.
Since I was in the area, I stopped in to see what the fuss was about up in this piece. Fucking whities love this place... They lurv El Azteca, too, so it really doesn't say much. They did a nice job on the interior but they could use a nice water feature for the patio area.

Pork Tamale.

Innards. Taste was forgettable. Really, I can't remember what it tasted like.

Tacos: Baja Fish, Pork Belly, Chorizo. They are small, about 3 bite size each. Nothing spectacular but when you're boozing they will definitely fill you up.  

Argosy.

The pizza has gotten a lot better. I'm ok with it in this area. The crust and ingredients has improved.

Boiled Peanuts. Not their specialty.

Buffalo Lollipops. Not spicy at all but I do like these, they go down quickly because the pouch doesn't like complicated grub.

Matthew's Cafeteria.
This little cafeteria assembly line dump has been around for a bit... I still like it. It's so low rent, errr, I mean comfy and cozy. It's like being in a small town where everyone knows your name... Wait, this place is in a small town and they do know each other's names. Sicko inbreeders. This place is no frills homey goodness. While there are some hits and misses, the prices are dirt cheap and they have fried cheekan.
 

Fried Chicken. Decently fried, a tad salty but pretty much average at best.

Chicken Pot Pie. Yeah, not again.

Fried Okra and Banana Pudding. Very pedestrian but semi acceptable.

Brunswick Stew. Yeah, I don't think so.

Waffle House.
The house that puke built. Yeah, this the joint you wanna go to when you have been out all night getting fucked up and waking up next to farm animals.

Biscuits and Sausage Gravy. Reminds me of a youtube about a horse, a plastic arm glove and artificial insemination.

 Sausage. So ridiculously thin but pretty tasty when you're still fucked up from last night.

Eggs and Grits. Natural hangover cure all.

Waffle. Hey, it's on the sign.

Smothered, covered, all the way. Not really but I like saying it.

The pouch is beat. He needs nappy time now.