After drinking in a shark infested pool of millennial trust fund babies for an hour at Little Trouble... I had had enough of the ridiculous fashion styles these entitled kids with daddy issues were sporting. And I thought only cheap sluts called each other to match their outfits to land a future ex-husband... This generation of dudebros do the same thing. Bright button down checkered shirts with pleated khakis and boat shoes. Does any of these douchebags own a mirror? Pussification of 'merica will continue until the entire nation's population is named Cait. I wasn't able to nibble at Little Trouble since it was basically standing room only, luckily, it was late enough for Marcel's late night menu. And I had the hankering for some manmeat after watching American Ninja Warrior earlier...
Sat at the bar, got a few more cocktails... Looked over to the right of me and I swore it was Donatella Versace or Manimal sitting there with these ginormous animal balloon blowing lips and botox lumps all over that mugshot. I couldn't tell if it was a real human being or someone brought in a wax dummy until it talked... Complaining about how a glass of wine tasted like dishwashing detergent and making the bartender go back and wash another glass personally for it. C'mon, that fugly beast wouldn't know the first thing about cleaning dishes with those nasty claws on that hoof. I gotta admit, this hideous creasture made my night... Halloween is coming up isn't it? Now, let's take a couple late night bites...
Soft Crab Omelet. Not really an omelet, more like an egg pizza with toppings. If you folded it in half then you got an omelet, maybe. As for the egg itself, it was cooked pretty well technique-wise... There was no color on the bottom of the egg, impressive. The crab, shrooms, arugula, etc were pretty tasty and seasoned properly, surprisingly, given that they are so heavy handed on the salt.
L'Entrecôte. The late night steak frites. It was more mid-rare minus (touching blue territory) but I was totally ok with it. They are not the most accurate when it comes to cooking to temp. The piece of meat (or was it two separate pieces of meat put together?) was sliced in half, assuming they did it to check the temp, didn't really resembled a normal steak cut... More like a lump of coal. While it was a smaller portion than an usual steak frite found elsewhere, it was still a decent tasting piece of meat, tender and seasoned ok but the chimichurri sauce was flat tasting. The fries were decent enough but not crave worthy. For $10, this was a good little late night snack.
Cheeseburger. I wonder where I can find a double patty cheeseburger in this town, no one seems to be doing this. Oh, lookie... Another double patty cheeseburger... With a smokey thick cut bacon on top. They were back to their old self here with the salt. This was sodium overload, along with the fat. The bacon was ultra salty which I can accept, but the double patties were also super salty. Two bites in and you wanted to drink a whole glass of water... Time for them to push another cocktail or glass of wine. It's a decent burger, if it wasn't so salty, you may be able to actually taste the meat. The bun was really nice and it took the abuse from the juicy manmeat within it. It didn't fall apart and it held up to the grease pretty well. It would be a pretty good burger if it wasn't for the salt content. For $10, it's not really a late night deal, but they know this will be the big seller at this time of the night.
The strategy to this name is to play the late night menu. The regular menu still needs work and simply just not worth the expense, so, I prefer the late night menu way more because of the better execution and price point. But they will get you with the drinks you will want to consume at the bar. Most people ain't gonna want to eat at 11pm or later but that will suit the pouch just fine... Just watch out for the freaks and geeks that do come out late at night. It's pretty entertaining how miserable and petty their lives are when you do unnatural things to your face just because you can afford to. Barkeep, another cocktail, pweez... I don't want to miss the freak show.
1170 Howell Mill Rd.
Atlanta, GA 30318
404-665-4555
http://www.marcelatl.com/
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