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Well, well. Apparently I’m a blogging machine today! I’m about to have a 5-day weekend, which will be spent in New York, visiting friends, going to a Yankees game, and eating and drinking like champs. I. Can’t. Wait! Mentally I have checked out (sorry work), but I still have to get through today and tomorrow. But I had the urge to write some posts on my lunch break, so by God I am doing it.
Friday night, T and I decided to go on a date night. It’d been a minute since the two of us had gone out for dinner alone, so we thought it would be a nice way to start the weekend. A few weekends ago, we’d been watching Chef’s vs. City All Star Atlanta. One of the first stops on the show was Holeman & Finch Public House, which both T and I had been hearing great things about. Catching a glimpse of the inside of the place during the show inspired us to get our butts there. The show highlighted their famous house-made burger (they only make 24 a night and start serving them at 10 p.m.), but T and I were intrigued by the rest of the offal-centric (aka, the parts you don’t normally think to eat) menu.
Being German, means that I have been exposed to some more odd foods in my lifetime, so I guess you could say I’m slightly adventurous when it comes to certain foods, and the older I get, the more experimental I’ve become.
The place is very intimate and they don’t take reservations, so I’d recommend getting there early. We arrived around 7:45 and were seated right away. When you walk in, you are greeted by a glass-enclosed kitchen so you can see the chefs doing what they do best – making some damn tasty dishes! We were seated by the window, which is great since we love to people watch!
As soon as we settled in, we dove right into the menu. The dishes are served tapas-style, so they are great for sharing and it means you can sample a variety of items. While we were perusing our options, we ordered some cocktails. I opted for the Cloak and Swagger, a mixture of aviation gin, canton ginger liqueur, lemon juice + angostura bitters. It was a very refreshing and summery cocktail, perfect for a hot day. T chose the the angora sweater, which is a mixture of myer’s platinum rum, campari, dolin blanc vermouth, fresh ginger, orange juice + peychauds bitters. His had a bit of a bitter bite to it, which is not my style, but he really enjoyed it.
After careful consideration, we decided on four dishes – two from the Plates section and two from the Parts section. We started the meal with the pot of chicken pate with honey/apple cider jelly and toast, and it was to die for. It was so rich, creamy and flavorful. We seriously could have eaten 10 of those little pots! Following that, we were brought the hand chopped steak tartare with a farm egg, house-made creole mustard, and shoestring potatoes. To be honest, I was a little skeptical about the tartare. I’d never eaten it and was curious as to how tasty raw steak could really be. Let me tell you something, I loved it. It sort of reminded me of sushi texture-wise, and it had such an amazing flavor – it was creamy yet packed a little bit of a bite from the mustard, and the shoestring potatoes added a nice crunch. I really enjoyed it.
For the second half of our meal, we ordered the griddled pork belly with anson mills grits and chow chow, and the gratin of marrow with parsley salad and country bread. Both of these dishes were delicious, but I liked the first two items much better. I am a huge fan of bone marrow and have been eating it for years before it was the hot new thing to try, and the marrow we had here was different from any other kind I’ve eaten before. This seemed a little more gelatinous than I was used to, but it still had a great flavor. The pork belly was tasty, but I have to say that I liked Kevin’s at Woodfire Grill a little bit more. But the grits were amazing; so creamy and rich. Yum!
If you are ever in Atlanta and feel adventurous, I’d definitely recommend Holeman & Finch. T and I are planning to make a return visit with my parents one day to sample the whole pig’s head and of course try the famous burger!
I was going to mention our Saturday food adventures in honor of my mom’s birthday, but I just realized that I wrote quite the novel. So, I guess I’ll save it for another day.
I may or may not post tomorrow before jetting up to Po-town for a weekend of fun with friends and T’s family. If I don’t get a chance to write, I’ll see you on the flip side lovelies! 🙂
I know you are all always dying to hear about my super awesome, high-class neighbors (aka the drug addicted freaks). Saturday night we were hanging out on our patio with my family and some friends celebrating my mom’s birthday. The Stella was flowing, the conversation was great, and everyone was having a great time. It was probably a little before midnight when we heard a knock on the fence and the cracked-out voice of my neighbor, Joe. Everyone went silent, but I knew we couldn’t just ignore him since he knew we were out there.
I opened the fence a bit to see what he wanted. He said he wanted to officially introduce himself to us since we’d been neighbors for years. Weird, but I went with it. Then he let me know the most amazing news in the world (apparently the powers that be finally decided to answer my prayers) – their condo had been foreclosed on and they would be gone in two weeks. Halle-fucking-lujah – not that I am one to rejoice in other people’s misery, but when you’ve lived next to garbage as long as we have, it’s nice to have someone finally take out the trash.
At that point, Joe also let us all know that Jane had moved out and left him and taken his dog. This made me thrilled. He used to rough her up when he was high, which is totally not acceptable in my book, and I was glad to know that she finally distanced herself from the loser (not that she’s much better herself). Then he said how he was kind of depressed and heard us having fun, so he thought he’d pop by (so not cool).
After a minute of chatting, he asked if he could have a drink. I figured I should stop being rude and offer Joe a beer, hoping that maybe he’d leave because we all know that’s the reason he came over. He needed to bum booze of the self-sufficient 20-somethings. He said he wasn’t a big beer drinker and asked if we had anything stronger. We have an assortment of booze, so I figured I could offer him something, like Tom’s whiskey or scotch. Imagine my complete delight when I mosied up to our bar and was greeted by a bottle of Bacardi 151. I poured him a monster shot of warm 151, hoping that it would knock him out. Of course it didn’t, since he’s used to hardcore drugs and all that jazz. I gave him one more shot, and finally my sister’s boyfriend told him we were wrapping it up for the night. He got the hint and left, but not before face-planting in the bushes behind our fence. Revenge is sweet!
I haven’t been this happy in a while. It’s going to be amazing to not have to hear mopeds that sound like Harleys being revved at all hours of the morning and the constant yelling, screaming and fighting coming from next door. The parking lot will no longer look like a repair shop, and Jane’s sketchy brother won’t be driving through the place, constantly crashing his car into things. I just hope no one weirder moves in after they are gone for good.
Well hello little blog. Sorry I’ve neglected you for nearly a month. I’m not trying to avoid you, and it’s not that I don’t like you anymore, it’s just that real life has gotten in the way of my daily writing. The weather is nice, so when I’m not at work the last thing I want to do is plop down in front of a computer. You understand right, little buddy?
Well, yesterday I had a first. I got pulled over for speeding on my way back to the office from lunch with my sister (shock and awe considering that I have such a lead foot). We had decided to meet for sushi, only to find that the place we wanted to go to wasn’t open for lunch. There was a Korean restaurant next door, so we went there instead. The food was delicious, but the service was slow as hell. Naturally when we were done, I felt like I needed to rush to get back to the office because I’d been gone a little over an hour already.
I was probably less than a mile from work, when all of a sudden a motorcycle cop pulled out of this driveway behind me. A few seconds later he turned on his lights. He told me that I was going 51 in a 35, which I hadn’t realized was a 35 mph zone. It was not like I was on some small two-lane road, I was on a six lane state highway. Why the hell is the speed limit 35, especially when the other half of the road that heads toward Atlanta is a 45? Lame! I let him know that I was sorry and that I thought that it was a 45 mph zone. It didn’t matter; he still gave me a ticket.
The thing that annoys me about this whole situation is that on my ticket it says he lasered me. Well, I didn’t see any radar gun. He looked like he was sitting in a driveway, about to make a right onto the road I was driving on. There was actually an SUV sitting next to him, trying to make a left out of the same place. And…I didn’t even have my foot on the gas. I was breaking because I had just changed lanes because I was gearing up for a right turn. WTF?!?!
But since I’m a getting “pulled over for speeding” virgin, I didn’t think to ask about how he knew how fast I was going or when he got the damn radar gun calibrated. Whatever. I guess I can’t bitch too much. In the 10+ years that I have been driving, this is my first ticket. It could be worse.
Now I just need to find out what the ticket is going to cost me. I’m assuming it will be somewhere around $200 since I was apparently going 16 miles over the limit.
Thanks Office Motorcycle Cop for popping my speeding ticket cherry! Asshole…
So, have you ever been nabbed for going too fast? Did you get out of it?