Rising Son

The Bishop was unimpressive and it folded not long after. The space sat empty for a long time and then came Rising Son who took over the turnkey spot with very minimal renovations... Which is most restaurant owners' dream. Instead of slinging wannabe trendy dishes, they are doing simple breakfast food which has been a very successful business model for many intown joints. Coming from Home Grown obviously had some influence on the theme here... But can they duplicate the same hype? The location and area is in desperate need for something like this... But they also thought the same thing with Pallookaville across the street... That lost it's luster real quick, no wonder why it was put up for sale and after the sale, it has became a speck in most people's rear view mirror. This little area of Avondale is cute and has so much potential but it is fucking dead all the time, no matter what concepts the determined and inspired small business owners of the past, present and future have tried. It's cursed. So, let's try the newest hope to be trendy breakfast spot in this part of town and see if it will become another intown breakfast hit...

Morning Ramen, tonkatsu. Yes, you read that right, tonkatsu, not tonkotsu... So, I asked the server if it came with a fried pork cutlet. She said, no, but the broth is made of pork. One look at the broth, my pouch said, ah no, but my curiosity said, do it, douchebag, do it! When it came out the broth was so thin, watery and translucent... It comes with a pair of wooden chopsticks but no Asian noodle soup spoon. So, I took a sip of the broth with the metal gaijin flat spoon... It was pretty weak, no lip smacking collagen was detected nor seasoning but many hints of chicken bones was present. The noodle was not even ramen, it's the store bought soba noodles... Not that it was bad, it just shouldn't be called a ramen. The bacon, corn, shrooms and sweet taters were ok but the entire dish seemed thrown together without much thought... Just an idea. Better off just calling it a morning country noodle soup and not to offend anyone with the words ramen and tonkatsu. Save the $12 and go to Ton Ton for some really kickass "tonkatsu".

Kickstart - Two eggs, bacon, grits and biscuit. Simple breakfast plate... The Pine Street bacon was really good, the scrambled eggs a bit too firm and not fluffy enough, the grits were nice but bland, and the biscuit looked great but it fell apart like a mountain lion playing Jenga... It literally broke into a thousand pieces once you bite into it. Nothing really spectacular about this plate, for the $7 and change you could get a feast at Waffle House... I know I know, but it's local and hipster, and we have to support locals businesses.... Not if it's not worth the price of admission.

Biscuit Sammy, Fried Green Tomatoes. Looked really nice on the plate when it came out... Take a bite of the biscuit sammy and the entire thing turned into sand... Break out the knife and fork, wait, soup spoon perhaps. This biscuit sammy was basically the kickstart plate but they assembled it for you, instead. The FGTs had a nice crust on it and it wasn't half bad, but throwing it on the side of the same plate made it look cheap considering you're paying extra for them... I know I know, why put them on another plate and waste space... Maybe because I'm paying for it and I would like to pretend that I'm getting my money's worth with seeing two plates come out... That's the fat fuck thinking part of me.

Fried Chicken, Hash Browns, Grits. Can the pouch go one goddamn morning or day without fried cheekan... Y'all know the answer to that. Fried cheekan to the pouch is like coffee to you addicts in the morning... Except that cheekan doesn't give me the shits. The boneless tenders had a really nice peppery crust on it, finally, something seasoned accordingly. They're not exactly fried chicken because real fried chicken have bones, they should just call it country cheekan fingaz. The hash browns were described one way but it came out another... Tiny little cubes (brunoise) of taters that looked like it should be more for a mire poix than hash browns. I hate hash browns like this because involves a lot of work getting it up to my facehole. You can never fork enough taters because they are so small. I don't believe that they are cutting these "hash browns" cubes by hand because that would be a such a waste of time... These have got to be from a frozen brown bag. The grits, well, you know, they were plain, bland and boring... Load that shit up with butter, sugar, salt, pepper.. Fuck, even hot sauce, wait, they have Sriracha on every table... Fucking hipster to the core.

Blueberry Ginger Soda. There were other things involved with this but it was a pretty tasty homemade soda. Definitely, spike it with booze if you can.

I like the breakfast/lunch idea, I like that they took over the dead space, I like that the square area has another dining option besides fucking corndogs and bad comic book food, I like that they're trying to get this area back on the map... But I don't like that they're charging a premium for simple simple breakfast food that the Waffle House down the street does it better for less. I'm not gonna be rushing back here any time soon, but yeah yeah, I know, we should support local businesses and you're gonna have to pay extra for being in the presence of hipsters and the gravity defying ginormous rack on one of their staff members... It's no wonder why so many men have spilled their glass of water getting in and out of their seats. The joint is getting a steady crowd but so did The Bishop in the beginning, only time will tell if this will last...

124 N Avondale Rd
Avondale Estates, GA 30002