My trip to the mecca of southern food last week was not as culinarily thrilling as I hoped. But that's okay. My first evening in the metro-Atlanta area, Josie and I attended a potluck, and the food was great, but I took no photos. Next day for lunch we ate calzones at Rocky Mountain, over by Georgia Tech. Fabulous calzones. Then the day I left we went to Chow Baby. The waitress gives you a tiny wooden paddle that you write your name on. Then you pony up to the bar and put together your meal with rice or noodles, then all sorts of veggies. There's a protein area, and lastly you spice it all up.
I was put off by having to pull it together myself. One of the top three reasons I like dining out is being served; not having to do nothing. And it was lunchtime, so there was a line. A wait. It was not so bad. It was a cafeteria/buffett-like experience, and I don't like those lines and snot guards and all that mess. But the food was fabulous. And it's all you can eat. I'd go there again.
I stopped by Brusters Ice Cream on my way home. My first time there. Apparently they have them in Tennessee. But the state ends at Knoxville. Eveythign east of Knoxville? Call it a wasteland. A dead zone.
It was okay. Probably won't go back. It was average. I got peanut butter cream. Disappointing. Creamy base with peanut butter chunks. Boring. The other scoop was something coconut chunk, and it was marginal as well.
So really, we're not missing out on any Bruster's Ice Cream in EAST Tennessee.
Next trip to Atlanta, I'm hitting all the best places to eat.
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