Thursday, February 25, 2016

Ticonderoga Club Revisit

After letting this joint settle in and absorbing everything that it has to offer... I don't know if being in the KSM does them any justice. It feels like this place belongs not in a mini food court but in it's own stand alone space. It has an unique personality, the food is well executed and the cocktails are a breed of it's own and easily 'best' all of the competition in the KSM. Is it ground breaking and will it change the culinary landscape? Fuck no, but what they do here is from the heart. They believe in it... And you can taste it in their end product. There's no doubt this team has the talent already from their resumes. But how long can this honeymoon really last? Let's go see how they're doing these days... 
The clubhouse/treehouse style is growing on me, I thought it was kinda cheesy in the beginning... But after eating and imbibing on their nosh and slosh, the toy box decor all became just background noise. The menu was perfect for this hidden secret lair with big flavors, bold colors and just tasty ass kibbles that we all want to eat when getting our drink on. You really come here for the cocktails but the surprise here is the quality of the grub which stands toe to toe with the top notch drinks.
I feel like Tony Montana when I'm here because I can't stop over ordering everything... Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking, snorting. Then what? You're 50. You got a bag for a pouch. You got moobs, you need a bro. They got hair on them. You got a liver, they got spots on it, and you're eating this fuckin' dericious shit, looking like these trendy fucking hippies in here...The pouch is so polluted, I can't even have Jell-O for dessert...
Oooo! Look, pretty pictures...

Grilled Foie Gras. I had this before and it was so good, had to have it again. Silky smooth, savory and creamy with the right amount of grilled buttery toast. You know you want it... Git it, git it.

Shrimp in Kataifi. This version would make Joel Robuchon proud... Fuck, I don't want to say this but it could be a tad better than that frog's original recipe. The shredded phyllo crust was spot on in crunch and color, the shrimpz inside were tender and juicy, just a perfect balance between the two. Turns out the yolk and wort (malt) was a nice little dipping sauce, who woulda thunk it?

Fisherman's Friend. Still one of the prettiest dishes around... That vibrant green is not only sick looking but good tasting, too. Yes, there isn't that much seafood in there but after you sop up all the Toxic Avenger's piss with that beautifully toasted crusty bread, your fisherman's net will be more than satisfied.

Vegan Noodle Bowl. Dude, I don't do vegan but since I never had it... I needed to cross it off my list. This was a heaping bowl of noodles and assorted veggies. Ok, this was good and it didn't even have any animals in it.. Couldn't believe it.

Spiced Pork Confit. The masa porridge is ultra smooth and silky but the fork tender pork confit with bits of char and bark melts in your mouth like a meaty Talenti gelato. One of their best dishes.

Cobb Salad. This is what we call in the biz crap in a bowl... But this porcelain god was filled with a bunch of goodies- Avocado, egg, chicken, bacon, onion, tomato, iceberg and Maytag cheez. Eat it deconstructed or mix it all up... Pouch badger don't give a shit because it will all go down to the same place. Cobb salads can be found all over the place but this was pretty impressive in girth and stature... Yeah yeah, that's what she said... And I say, tis was quite a bountiful and dericious dish.

These mofos are kicking so much ass... The menu is creative, bold and vibrant and the cocktail program is one of the best in this one horse town... Keep those Buckskin Playmates coming because those ugly girls in the corner are beginning to look like Playboy Playmates. Nobody puts a hand grenade in a corner. Pump, pump...

Whiskey dick.

99 Krog St NE
Atlanta, GA 30307
404-458-4534
http://www.ticonderogaclub.com/

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