Hot Dish Review

It was New Year’s Day so LC and I thought we’d visit the new Diesel in his neighborhood. Last year we ordered their superstition sampler with black eyed peas, ham, and collards. These foods are supposed to bring you luck.

But alas, it was not a second location of the Virginia Highland’s favorite, but rather a pizza joint. It’s just as well, the majority of our luck in 2011 was bad, so we were probably better off without the superstition sampler.

So we were left wandering the burbs in search of something open. It was too late for lunch, too early for dinner, so we settled for a bar and restaurant where we could watch football and share a snack. That’s when we spotted Loco’s Grill and Pub. I’ve seen the location at Loehmann’s Plaza for years with no urge whatsoever to go inside. But they were one of few places open, so we were in luck.

The first thing I noticed about the space was the smell of smoke. I find it incredibly weird that smoking is allowed in bars in the uptight suburbs, but not in the city of Atlanta. They try to divide the smoking room from the non-smoking, but the smell always seeps through the cracks.

We settled into a booth in the bar and ordered a couple of huge, cheap Miller Lites. Then LC noticed they had Keno….some harmless gambling to entertain us during lunch.

Their menu was typical pub fare, with a selection of burgers, some Tex-Mex items, and the ubiquitous wings. Come to find out, Loco’s is another damn chain, with 17 locations in the Southeast and one in Missouri. Isn’t anything original any more?

Nothing thrilled me on the menu, so I let LC decide. He ordered the blackened chicken sandwich with provolone, lettuce, and tomato on an onion roll, called The Rooster. I added bacon for excitement.

The sandwich boasted a thick chicken breast but was relatively unimpressive. Onion rings on the side were crispy and not greasy, but the serving was scant.

2012 will undoubtedly bring us luck….the question is, will it be good or bad? I hope LC’s loss in Keno wasn’t a sign of things to come.

11770 Haynes Bridge Road 770-751-9898

LC and I were determined to make the best of our beach vacation, despite the lingering tropical storm. While looking at a map of the nearby attractions, he stumbled upon a racetrack in Ebro. Not exactly Churchill Downs, it was a greyhound track. But the place is full of TV’s showing all the horse races throughout the country and patrons are there for one reason….to bet.

Food is not the focus here, but gamblers gotta eat! An abbreviated menu of standard bar fare was enough to keep ‘em alive so they could place their bets.

No stranger to horse racing, LC was practically giddy. Ironically, the birthday card I gave him had lucky numbers inside. We played them on some races and did quite well. But he missed the big money when he failed to bet on a longshot….one of the lucky numbers.

We didn’t let the dogs chase the bunny for nothing, but dogs are much harder to predict than horses. So we drank a few Miller Lites and studied the racing forms. With five tracks running all day, as soon as we bet on a race, another was set to go off minutes later. Non-stop action!

After a couple of hours of betting, it was time to get some lunch. LC ordered a chicken sandwich on a croissant, while I played it safe with a bacon cheeseburger. Both of us substituted potato chips with fries.

His came out in about ten minutes. Mine came out thirty minutes later….no joke. I was not impressed with LC’s sandwich, however, my burger was fatty, juicy goodness. Unfortunately, they use crinkle fries which I despise….they always have a mealy texture on the inside.

The following day we awoke to more rain, the wind creating a mini-tornado in the courtyard between the condo buildings. Another stormy day, another day at the track.

There was no live doggie action, but a couple of horse tracks kept LC happy while I perused the menu again for the least offensive item. I chose the hot wings, sauce on the side. Eight fat and crispy wings arrived, fried with expert skill. The wing sauce was thin and hot as hell. My mouth was on fire, cooled off with celery dipped in blue cheese dressing and a gulp of Blue Moon.

LC is a wing fanatic so I was shocked that he didn’t rave about these. I thought they were just about the best I had ever eaten.

And that’s why I ordered them again the following day. Sad but true.

6558 Dog Track Road, Ebro, FL 850-234-3943

While TC was in town, her Dad and I took her to lunch. TC doesn’t like any kind of seafood, or tomatoes, or peppers, or “weird” cheese…..not much of anything, really. I guess that’s standard for an eleven year old.

Always trying to eat healthy, especially at lunch, I’m on the picky side as well. So LC wisely chose Seasons 52 near Perimeter Mall.

It was nearly 1:30pm on a Friday and the restaurant was still busy. Seated in a comfy booth in the bar area, the three of us ordered iced tea and soda, and talked about the activities planned for the week.

LC was starving, as usual, so we started off with the pork taco flatbread special, topped with tomatoes, peppers, and goat cheese. It was tasty. As you may have guessed, TC picked off most everything, leaving the thin cracker-like crust almost bare.

The little chick ordered the chicken sandwich with a side salad, while I tried to decide between the fish tacos LC had at the Seasons 52 in Orlando and the buffalo chili. I ended up with both, as LC ordered the chili, allowing me to try it.

His chili was good and spicy, full of beans and chunks of bison. A small corn cake added some heartiness. I was not impressed with the appearance of the salads. The menu says organic mixed greens so I assumed they would serve dark leafy field greens but they were mostly romaine. Coming in at 320 calories, chili and salad was a great choice, with less than 1000 mg. of sodium.

I was pleased with my tacos, three small soft whole wheat tortillas filled with spicy grilled tilapia, and a scant bit of slaw, drizzled with chipotle cream. What the menu calls guacamole is more of an avocado sauce. The flavor was delicious, although I would have liked more of the crispy slaw. My tacos were 420 calories, considerably lighter than those found at most Mexican restaurants. The 1150 mg. of sodium is somewhat startling, however.

TC’s sandwich, served on Mediterranean flatbread, was bigger than her head. She picked around on it, not sure of how to tackle the massive thing, finally tearing it in half. She finally managed to take a few bites, plus some salad drowned in dressing.

When the tiny dessert tray arrived, TC got the chocolatiest of the lot. LC took a new one based on the famous Italian filled cookie, the cannoli. It was a mini parfait of light vanilla mascarpone filling with baby chocolate chips and a crisp rolled cookie. I tried one delicious bite but abstained from having my own. At over 300 calories on average, the mini indulgences are lower in calories than the real thing because of their small size, not because they are made with less sugar or fat. Unfortunately, I forgot to photograph the sweets.

I really like Seasons 52. The atmosphere is relaxed, and the food, although higher in sodium than I would approve of, is made with care out of fresh, organic ingredients whenever possible.

My relationship with the Righteous Room has been a long and tumultuous one. Exactly how long, I can’t say. The bar/restaurant doesn’t have a website but I’m guessing they’ve been open over 15 years. During that time, it was the place where I smoked too many cigarettes with my old roommate, hung out with various boyfriends, picked up lunch while designing for local boutique owner BH, and ate with my Dad after renovating my rental house.

It is also the place where I stumbled upon the huge painting that has hung behind my sofa since the day I moved into my condo over 11 years ago. But that’s another story….

The long, narrow space is dark and smoky, decorated with local artwork and frequented by rock chicks with tattoos, frat boys trying to get laid, and old drunks. An odd mix to be sure.

My most recent visit was with LC….his first, in fact. We sat at the second hightop, the very one where LL (formerly LR) and I shared many Mediterranean plates with black olives, hummus, tomatoes, and toasted pita. We ordered a couple of beers and wondered if our server would ever return for our food order. No, The Righteous Room is not known for swift service. It is known for a rockin’ jukebox and killer food.

Sandwiches used to come a la carte, but these days they are served with a side. Sadly, they no longer offer the bratwurst with caramelized onions and peppers, but they do still make the three sandwiches that I used to keep in heavy rotation, exactly the same as always.

I went with the veggie burger for old time’s sake, adding cheese and caramelized onions. It’s a freakin’ mess, with chunks of their homemade veggie pattie covered with melted cheese falling out of the soft Indian-style naan. But the flavor! Dude, it is kickass. Asian slaw on the side was light and refreshing in contrast to the heavy sandwich.

At my recommendation, LC ordered my second favorite sandwich, grilled chicken with garlicky yogurt sauce and cheese on naan with onion straws on the side. He couldn’t believe how good it was. Another delicious mess.

The Righteous Room is like my old favorite sweater….I may not wear it for a year but when I put it on, it always fits perfectly.

1051 Ponce De Leon Avenue 404-874-0939

When the limo arrived B and I were still rushing around getting ready for the concert. It didn’t surprise me that LC was in it. Crap, no champagne. We took a few beers for the road and proceeded to the Cooper compound, chatting and laughing all the way!

A quick stroll around the grounds of the compound just made me want to hang out there all afternoon but we were on a tight schedule. Bad Company at Chastain at 8pm.

The three of us, the Coopers, and their friend W got in the limo and sped off for a quick dinner at Meehan’s in Sandy Springs. On my last visit I only had Guinness. This time we would eat a proper meal.

It was hot outside. B ordered a Corona with salt and lime…..sounded so good me and LC got on the same train. Refreshing! Our server brought out a big bag of salt and vinegar chips for snacking.

B followed JC’s lead as they each tried the tuna tostada appetizer. Personally, I never order tuna, but I found one of her chips on my plate. A thick slice of seared tuna and a generous layer of guacamole decorated a tortilla chip. Only about eight of the chips rested on a bed of lettuce, drizzled with sriracha cream sauce. I took a bite….so good! I would order this. Seriously.

I believe W had a reuben and DC ordered the fish ‘n’ chips, but I wouldn’t bet on that.

Me and LC split an order of fish tacos and a grilled chicken BLT. Grilled fish, lettuce, and some salsa and sour cream were folded into three flour tortillas. Tex-Mex just isn’t right without guacamole and jalapenos so I was left a tad bit disappointed, but he loved ‘em.

Much better was the sandwich. Several of my favorite words came together on its menu description….bacon, avocado, smoked gouda, chipotle mayo. With the option of sweet potato fries as a side, I was sold! We didn’t care for the submarine-type roll it came on, would have been better on toasted wheat.

Only complaint about the fries, there was no dipping sauce. This dilemma always reminds me of Heaping Bowl ‘n’ Brew, the ground-breaking restaurant that opened in East Atlanta probably eighteen years ago. Theirs was my first experience with sweet potato fries….crisp shoestrings, sprinkled with cayenne and black pepper, served with a sweet and spicy cranberry dipping sauce. The best!

Meehan’s food is not gourmet but it is definitely several notches above standard bar-fare. I would gladly return and try the tortilla soup or one of their specialty burgers like the Farmstead Burger made with bison or the turkey burger with smoked gouda (again!), and cranberry-Vidalia marmalade (maybe they should serve that as the dipping sauce for the sweet potato fries!).

No time for dessert, we jumped in the limo and headed to Chastain where JC put our a plate of plums, grapes, cheddar cheese and red and white wine.

B and I had a great evening thanks to all the Coopers!