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That Atlanta Post I’ve Been Avoiding

21 Wednesday Aug 2013

Posted by beneaththehat in Travel

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Atlanta, Food, Restaurant, tales of the traveling hat, the hat

So here’s the thing about my trip to Atlanta…

The most I saw of it was this:

2013-07-05 16.19.25

Also this:

2013-07-05 16.19.10

Bright lights, big city?

Er, yeah, I didn’t go anywhere.  I did not see the sights and the few times I traveled to restaurants outside my hotel I took the sky bridges and they pretty much erased the need for walking around the city.  There was also the fact that I was alone most of the time, which is not an ideal travel state when in a strange town while simultaneously being short and female with a funny hat.  The few times I wasn’t alone something would come up and no sights were seen.

Oops.

But I did have some culinary experiences I can share with you!  Learn from my triumphs and devastating mistakes, people.

If you’re ever in Atlanta here are the places to seek out and the places to avoid.

The Downtown Atlanta Hilton

Seeing as I spent the majority of my time in this hotel it’s no surprise that I got familiar with all their restaurants.

Trader Vic’s is delicious and great fun.  Be sure to order a scorpion bowl.  The waitstaff was all very friendly and accommodating both times I went down there.  They really want you to have a good time.  So if you like Polynesian food and atmosphere this is the perfect place to spend an evening.

Nikolai’s Roof was also a very positive experience.  The restaurant is at the top of the hotel so even though some yelp reviewers apparently thought the decor too antiquated for them, I don’t see how you could complain about the amazing view.  When I was up there we were able to watch a storm roll in, surround us and just pour rain.  It was stunning.  At the time Nikolai’s also offered a reasonable prixe fixed menu with three courses but I don’t know if that’s a regular feature.  If it isn’t then you’re likely in for an expensive night.  However, considering how delicious our food was, I don’t doubt it would be a fair price.  For fans of French and Russian cuisine, this is the way to go.

The last restaurant in the Hilton I have to mention is Southern Elements on the ground floor.  I wasn’t expecting much but I was blown away by the chicken pot pie.  It was ludicrously delicious.  Seriously, just pop over there and have the chicken pot pie.

Gibney’s Pub

If you’re in the Peachtree Center food court and are looking for a cheap meal, I would head for Gibney’s.  It’s not the most spectacular food I’ve ever had but it’s certainly not bad and for the price I was more than satisfied.  Very good for a quick, convenient lunch.

Max Lager’s Wood-Fired Grill & Brewery

This place reminded me a lot of BJ‘s here in California.  The menu is also similar but with a Southern twist.  The prices are pretty good and the food savory.  Although the breading on the fried chicken wasn’t to my taste, that’s more of a personal preference than a criticism.  The meat itself was mouthwatering.  By the by, if you like Shiraz you should definitely go sample their McWilliams.  It’s probably the best I’ve ever had.

Aria

This place is tied with Nikolai’s for most expensive but if you’re planning on spending a lot of money on one meal while you’re in Atlanta, I’d definitely choose Aria.  The restaurant is lovely, quiet and very classy.  It felt like an upscale home more than it did a restaurant.  The waitstaff was fabulous here, attentive and eager to please.  Everything I tasted was divine.  The oyster dish in particular was inspired.  I’d never had fried oysters before and now I don’t know what was taking me so long.  Looking for a decadent night on the town?  This is the spot for you.

And now, finally, the disaster restaurant.  Oh dearie me.

White Oak Kitchen & Cocktails 

First of all I’d like to say that it is entirely possible this place was experiencing a bad night when I went there for dinner.  Any of the restaurants I enjoyed so much in Atlanta could completely underwhelm someone else while White Oak would delight them to no end.

That said, allow me to share my tale of woe turned to frustration and then slight hysteria.

The first sign that this was not going to be a great dining experience was when my cocktail made me want to be physically ill.  I’ve had drinks that I didn’t like much but my mindset is, “This is a learning experience.  I will finish this drink and remember that I don’t like this combination in the future.”  I intended to do that with the Blood & Sand I ordered, a drink I’d been dying to try for a while, but I simply could not bear it.  It felt like I was swirling rancid dirt in my mouth.  I do not know what on earth about this drink combination made it taste that way but it was revolting.  I traded it for a Bramble and was quite a bit happier.  Still, the Bramble was only ‘meh’.  I was simply too relieved not to be drinking the Blood & Sand anymore to care.

The group ordered their food and bad sign number two came rolling over.  Absolutely everyone’s dish was cold.  Everyone except me sent theirs back but I decided to persevere with my lamb because it was at least slightly above room temperature so if I ate quickly I would be able to get it down before it hit stone cold levels.  Under most circumstances if I think something is cold I’ll send it back.  That night I happened to be starving and didn’t want my lamb to be overcooked.  The other person who ordered lamb and sent it back to be warmed did get it back overcooked so I don’t necessarily regret my decision.

Sadly I was still hungry.

Imagine my delight when the manager came over to offer us free desserts to make up for our experience.  This mostly happened because the woman who ordered the fish got it served to her cold twice.  Awkward.  The awkward levels increased even more when the dessert she ordered arrived cold, too.

Now, with regard to flavors, I will say that everything did taste quite good.  With one exception.  If you ever do decide to go to this place I would like to warn you away from the warm chocolate pudding.  I’m sure you can guess the actual temperature it was but it was also pretty unappetizing.  It arrived in a tiny jar, which was problematic as the woman I was sharing it with had expressed our intentions to split it to the waiter and he didn’t bother to warn us that the portion was miniscule.  Visually it was deeply uninspired and the flavor did not make up for it.

It annoys me when chocolate desserts go wrong.  Come on, people, it’s chocolate!  You have to really put in some effort to make it unappealing.

Unless you have a chocolate allergy or are one of the few who don’t like chocolate at all.  Probably all chocolate desserts look like this pudding thing did to you guys.

To cap off this three hours of waiting for food only to have it arrive cold, they managed to muck up the checks as well.  At that point all of us were laughing because it was either that or set people on fire so they could learn a valuable lesson about what hot food should feel like.

At long, long last we escaped the White Oak Kitchen, happy that we had made it out before any of our party died of old age.

So yeah, not a great time.

Well… okay, it became a great time despite itself because of the company.  With the way we were laughing you’d never have known how miserable our experience was.

 

And that’s my Atlanta post!  It basically evolved into a restaurant guide.  I feel bad that I didn’t have more wacky adventures out in the city to share.

Oh!  On my way to the liquor store I saw a woman passed out drunk in a parking lot.  Does that count as a wacky adventure?

Yeah, I won’t hold my breath waiting for the Atlanta tourism board to call with a job offer.

It seemed like a nice town, though.

I think?

Well hey, their airport had pretty decent food and I don’t think you can ask for more than a meal in a terminal that doesn’t make you regret knowing that food exists.

Two thumbs up for Georgia!

Laguna Beach, Werewolves and Falling On My Face

05 Monday Aug 2013

Posted by beneaththehat in Travel

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Family, Laguna Beach California, tales of the traveling hat, the hat, West Wing

About eight years ago my family started a tradition of going to the Pageant of the Masters in Laguna Beach every summer.  It’s very fun, although I will admit that the first time I went I wasn’t really sure what the point was.  People recreating art by dressing up in costumes and standing still sounds a little bizarre out of context.  The pageant is nearly impossible to describe because without seeing it you can’t truly understand what’s so marvelous about it.  The show presents living, breathing masterpieces and it’s completely beautiful.

We went about a week ago and it was many different kinds of fun.  That isn’t to say there were no hijinks.  The fact that Mom accidentally spent an hour watching rocks play in the ocean barely makes the short list.

I have to admit that I lied in the title of this post.  I did not, in fact, fall on my face.  What did happen, on one of the busiest streets in Laguna so plenty of people could see, was that my flip flop caught the edge of a high curb as I was stepping up and I went down like a flailing ton of bricks.  First I came straight down on my left knee then somehow my right leg must have twisted around and impacted slightly sideways because that’s where the bruise manifested.  Finally both hands hit the pavement and I saw The Hat eject himself from the situation.  He was lucky I didn’t leave him at the hotel after that little display of ‘loyalty’.

Then again, maybe he knew he was going to spend most of the pageant smothered in my lap and barely seeing any of the art.

I guess we’ll never know.

So the rest of the day included a side of stiff knees and occasional limping.  However, that was hardly going to bring me down (aside from literally) when after two years I’d managed to secure reservations at Nick’s.  It’s a smallish restaurant and always incredibly busy so getting in for dinner was a challenge.  But I eventually prevailed.

The aunts and Mom all had the blackened halibut sandwich while I ordered the salmon.  The sandwich was declared delicious by all and I was thrilled with my salmon.  Here’s a picture!

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Oh no!  Someone ate all my food before I could take the picture.  How terrible.  Well, at least you can see the remains of my blood orange cosmo in the background.

Yum.  Now I want a drink.

Hm, what was that?  Oh.  Apparently The Hat wants to know how that’s different from any other time of day.  Hardy har har.

And he wonders why I keep buying other hats.

Well, that about wraps it up.  Delicious dinner, great show and beautiful Laguna Beach to stare at for a couple of days.

Oh, whoops, forgot about the werewolves.  On that note I shall end this post with a conversation between one of my aunts and my Mom.

Aunt: I don’t really watch the Newsroom.

Mom: Oh, it’s great!  It’s like the West Wing but with swearing.

Aunt: With what?!

Mom: Swearing?

Aunt: Oh!  I thought you said it’s like the West Wing but with werewolves.

Me: BEST. IDEA. EVER.

P.S. One of the tags WordPress is suggesting for this post is ‘drug rehabilitation’.  Thanks a lot.  The highlight of my day is being judged by a website.

Real Problems

05 Friday Jul 2013

Posted by beneaththehat in Social Issues, Travel

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Atlanta, Georgia, social issues, tales of the traveling hat, women's rights

Have you ever felt unsafe in a sort of nebulous, widespread way that you couldn’t exactly explain?  You go somewhere unfamiliar, look around and know deep in your bones that you are being threatened.  There’s nothing to fight and nothing to do except feel that fear.  It sours your perception.  Lord knows it’s pretty hard to play tourist feeling that way.

The more states that pass bills limiting reproductive freedom, the more I get that feeling any time I leave my ‘safe’ states.  Wanda Sykes joked once about how great it would be if you could leave your vagina at home, go out jogging in the dark and when a rapist jumped out of the bushes you could just shrug and say, “Sorry, left it at home.”  I’ve been wanting to do that while here in Atlanta but not because I was afraid of being attacked.  No, overall I’ve felt physically safe here in downtown Atlanta.  Chalk it up to the Skybridges.

I’ve wanted to travel without my vagina so I could comfortably move around here in Georgia and should the topic ever come up I could say, “Sorry, I left what makes me subhuman in your eyes at home.”

I hadn’t thought about it in a while but after a little digging I realized I was in the state where one of its representatives had compared women to pigs and cows.  I’d heard that sentiment on the news ages ago and I remember wondering what on earth was wrong with that man.  His thought process was that if livestock has to deliver their dead offspring then obviously women should.  And doesn’t that just say everything?  Women shouldn’t have more rights than livestock.  Meaning that we are livestock.  At least to this elected representative in the state of Georgia.

In California that kind of talk outrages me but I’ll admit there’s a distance to it.  The threat has not come to live with me.  Being in Georgia, where that representative’s thinking has real power, imbues me with anxiety.  And I’m going to be gone in a day!  I can’t imagine living like this, knowing my individual choices about my life and body mean so little.

Unfortunately my imagination has become increasingly more able to picture just such a situation.  It’s 2013 and lawmakers in this country are still attacking my rights.  Seeing state after state crumble, infringing inch by inch on the rights of women is downright terrifying.  And honestly, I have no idea what to do.  Aside from voting, that is.  I intend to keep voting for the people who will fight for my rights.

This thought may be alarmist but I think it anyway.  If they manage to take away a woman’s right to make decisions about her body then when do they try to take away her right to vote?

It’s just another kind of choice.

Cheerier posts later.  Needed this out of my system.

On That Midnight Plane to Georgia

25 Tuesday Jun 2013

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Airport, Atlanta, tales of the traveling hat

On Wednesday I will be heading off to Atlanta for a few education conferences.  Not that I participate in them in any real way, that is the job of my travel companion.  I generally hear about all the details in the evening when the day’s work is done.  Every summer for the past four years I’ve been going to various cities in these United States for these conferences but this is my first time in Atlanta.

I have been to Atlanta before in a technical sense but I don’t think a lay over in an airport really counts as having been somewhere.  At most you’ve been to an airport.  And oh boy, have I been to a lot of airports.

I used to be crazy in love with airports.  They were always exciting because if you were going to an airport it meant you were leaving your existence as you knew it and venturing elsewhere. It was like cracking open a book but with more security.

Admittedly, some of the glow around airports has faded over the years.  I don’t dislike them but I do see them in a considerably less glamorous way.  They’re more like waypoints where you need to be able to take your shoes off and get your laptop out in a timely manner or everyone behind you is quietly resenting your existence.

Now that I’ve got that airport tangent out of the way, back to the point.  I’m going to a town I know very little about but it should be fun.  According to what I’ve heard about the weather there’s going to be a lot of storms while I’m there and if there’s anything I love it’s a good downpour.  Aside from the weather I have my eye on trying out a double bypass burger at The Vortex, mostly because instead of buns they use two grilled cheese sandwiches.  That is both insane and amazing.  Just the way my hat likes it.

….

No, I’m not blaming my bad decisions on my hat.  That would not be like me at all.

Ahem.

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