This joint pretty much kicks all types of ass... The cocktails are some of the best in town, made to order and not pre-made sitting in a keg waiting to be squirted out (not that there's anything wrong with that). The food is creative, inventive and exotic enough to get most of the touristy sheep in this food hall to try it. I wasn't so sure about the location at first, a top notch first rate crew opening a spot in a touristy food hall? But I have grown to like the location more and more because the place is unlike any other in the entire place, it's like a tree/club house. Once you're inside, you forget about all the OTP hillbillies whining and crying about everything little thing in the hallways. Ok, maybe a handful of tourists do bring their bullshit in here but it's bearable... So, try to sit at the bar (the best seats in the house). But even at the bar, some of these suburban middle aged mossbacks will still annoy the fuck outta the bartenders with shitty drink "requests" instead of opening their minds to the cocktails they have recently custom tailored that is great alone or paired with their menu. You can tell who these yentas are... Asking for a vodka cran, redbull vodka, jack and coke, gin and tonic or some other fucking lame ass house frowl cocktail they drown themselves in everyday because they're are so stressed from sitting at home gossiping on the phone with Stacy about how great their kids are than the other kids. I encountered these creastures on a recent weekend night and adamantly refused to drink anything other than their daily standby cocktail... But luckily, they didn't stay long... Yeah, move along you friggin tourists, you got nothing on my Jedi mind tricks. Enough of my rants... Bring on the grub and booze until there's a lump in my pants.
The original TC cocktail.... Love the copper cup and the goodies inside. Makes my pouch all warm and fuzzy. This is giving me a blood flow...
I think this was the Bogans Run, so fancy pants looking... Developing a speed bump in my pants.
Sweetbreads 65, goat's milk raita, crispy shallots. These sweetbreads are giving me a chubby... Offal is my aphrodisiac. Coulda been a bit more spicier but it was still very tasty. Gobbled that shit down in like 64 seconds with 1 second left to spare... For what, who the fuck knows. Give me another cocktail, pweez.
Grilled Lamb Porterhouse, little carrots, spiced yogurt, tamarind jus. Boing! Houston, we have lift off... I have just been promoted to the rank of Major Lumpage... I'm pitchin' a pants tent. Look at that manmeat bathing in it's own jus... It's giving me a raging boner right about now. Goddamn it, it's a good dish. Simple yet complex and full of surprising flavors. It tastes so good when it hits your lips.
Poh's Eggplant. I love this side dish, it's always consistently good. Anyone who has had it will know what I'm talking about, if you haven't had it yet, get it... Done, son!
The place is amazing not because of the location, it's amazing because of the talented crew they have amassed in such a small space. They got some of the best and well known bartenders behind the bar and the kitchen is killing every dish on the small menu because they focus on quality and technique and not quantity and frozen shit like every other bar... It's ok if you don't get to have a burger, wings and fries with your beer here, you will live... This is not TC's MO... If you want that collegey type of crowd, just head down to the other side of the hall... You will have no problem finding cheap hookers hanging around the Hop City Bar.
Squirt.
Krog Street Market
99 Krog St NE
Atlanta, GA 30307
http://www.ticonderogaclub.com/
Thursday, September 15, 2016
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