[A Pig at Large by Wilfrid: May 20, 2016]
Sometimes, even on a business trip, there's time to wander around a city; see what's new, what's changed. I'd like to have done that in Atlanta, especially since it's so long since I last visited.
From those earlier trips, I remembered a fine dinner at South City Kitchen (still going), gargantuan steaks at a restaurant reputedly favored by Jimmy Carter, and upscale expense account fun at each of the two Ritz-Carltons.
That's pretty much where I was. Surrounded by Stats, Park Bar, Hudson Bar and Grille, a branch of McCormick & Schmick's, a branch of Ruth's Chris, the rooftop Sky Lounge. You get the picture? There was a little burger joint called Just Around the Corner, but it closed too early.
So, Ultimate Nachos at Hudson, with extra chili. Certainly a large portion. Certainly packed with jalapeños. Certainly felt them the next morning.
I know it looks grey, and there were a few spots of rain, but mainly it was muggy. Heavy and humid already.
At Park Bar, from a list of novel burgers, about the simplest I could put together. Beef burger with Swiss. The fries were okay. The patty had that precise shape which means it was pressed from a mould, not hand-formed.
Just outside Downtown, the wonderfully ramshackle Northside Tavern. A dive and blues bar, and hey, I managed to visit between sets.
And walking back, thought of hitching a ride on a freight train. Then had second thoughts.
Goodnight, and I hardly did you justice.