This post by Jennifer Leslie on 11Alive.com, qualifies, at least superficially, as the most disturbing local restaurant story I've come across in a while -- and if you've got a weak stomach I don't recommend you click the link. The story's opening:
DORAVILLE, Ga. -- A local restaurant with a loyal following and rave reviews is under the microscope.
Doraville Police took pictures a few months ago of a skinned cat and raw meat stacked in the back of Ming's BBQ on Buford Highway.
The pictures, taken on January 23, forced Ming's to make big changes.
They showed grease traps overflowing, pigs stacked in buckets, boxes of raw meat sitting outside and pieces of raw meat hanging from a fence.
"One of the employees was taking, we don't know what kind of meat it was, but he was tossing it over a fence, and we did get pictures of that," said Officer Rosemary Martin.
The numerous comments at the end of the article are quite interesting, with many accusing the media of sensationalizing the story, particularly in implying that the restaurant had butchered a cat. There are quite a few posts also (understandably) alleging ethnic stereotyping. (Hat tip to our commenter FoodieMan.)
A vegan bake sale to benefit a very worthy cause, CatSnip, will be held 12 noon-4 p.m. Sunday, June 21, in front of Criminal Records in Little Five Points. This is part of a worldwide event. Be there or Nubs and Baby will scratch your eyes out.
We hit the Shed at Glenwood's weekly $3 slider night yesterday and Chef Lance Gummere's latest, one made with barbacoa, was fantastico. I also ordered schnitzel with pear preserves and an Angus burger. And here's a shot, too, of the trio of beignets with maple syrup and crumbled bacon that I ordered at Abattoir. ("Beignet" is French for "donut," just like "abattoir" is French for "slaughterhouse." Yes, there are varieties of beignets. Thus it would be as correct to say, "I got me some donuts at the slaughterhouse after I ate the kidneys.")
(Photos by Cliff Bostock)
Stains are the mundane bane of many red wine drinkers. Inevitably, juice dribbles down the shirt, drips on the carpet, or spills on the clean mostly likely new white tablecloth. Its inevitable and a buzz kill. One of my cream-colored couches, which I bought long before wine controlled my life, is now dotted with pinkish splotches, whispering tales of half-drunken accidents that werent mopped up. But my spill knowledge has grown and Im ready to share my expert spotty advice on remedying red wine messes.
A bill was introduced in the House of Representatives yesterday that would give the FDA much greater oversight on where food additives come from, what they go into, and who violates cleanliness standards along the way.
The legislation is a response to the salmonella outbreak due to contaminated peanuts that left nine dead earlier this year. Inspectors found that a Georgia plant for the Peanut Corporation of America had not been inspected for seven years, and that the company had not disclosed contaminants when they found them in their products.
Under the new bill, the FDA will charge every food facility $1000 to pay for the new system of checks. Private laboratories used to test products will report to the governmental agency, and manufacturers and handlers will have to identify and document contamination risks. The hope is that the FDA will be able to trace any product from source to a consumer stomach the lack of such ability was one of the major issues in the recent salmonella outbreak.
(Photo by Alice Welch)
Bon Appétit's "Foodist" visits Atlanta and files rave reviews, replete with pics, of near-neighbors Varasano's and Holeman & Finch. Excerpts:
Varasano's won't win any design awards for hipness; it's a few steps up from an airport food court. (I was reassured, though, to notice the girl sitting next to me wearing a t-shirt that read "Shakespeare hates your emo poems.") But never mind that. I challenge you to find me a better pizza pie...
H + F's menu is devoted to small plates: trad Southern meets trad pub. Cornmeal Fried Oysters were perfect. One poached egg served with a small, thick piece of house bacon and a Johnnycake was satisfying--and just right size. Best of all was the house-made currywurst served with Savannah Red Pea dahl, a brilliantly balanced melding of flavors and smart nod to England's love of Indian food.
I just devoured a great pizza with burrata, balsamic reduction, chopped tomatoes and (way too much) roasted garlic at Stella.
I'm in training for the Carnivore Challenge at Big Pie in the Sky, but need a partner. (Hat tip, Brian Cohn)
The following email is from a visitor to our city:
Tonight my family of five dined at the chef's table at Nan Thai Fine Dining.
The bill came to $739 and I wish we had ordered a pizza instead.
My sister has dined at Nan several times and had eaten at the chef's table
a few months back. I am from Philadelphia and have eaten at Tamarind
previously. We were expecting a terrific meal and I had flown up from Philly
for the holiday and my parents had driven to Atlanta. My mother is a
vegetarian who eats seafood. My father eats chicken and seafood, and the
remaining three of us eat beef, shrimp and chicken, but not pork.
The first course was a crepe accompanied with a shumai stuffed with one
shrimp. It was ok. Course two: noodles with shrimp. Not bad. Course three:
short rib soup for the three of us and tofu soup for the two of them -- it
was very good. Course four: Intermezzo: lychee sorbet served with dry ice --
very nice. Course five: sea bass for the three of us and it was good. My
parents were saddled with tofu mixed with shrimp and it was too salty.
They were given an alternative: two shrimps and an okra, which was a step up.
Course six: green curry with guess what ....two shrimps. Although it was
good, my dad, a physician -- actually, three of us at the table were
physicians -- joked that we all should have our cholesterol checked in the
morning. Course seven and the last course per our server: flan. Not good.
We asked about course eight as we were told there were eight courses. We
were given a Bailey's equivalent with a scoop of ice cream.
At the end of the meal, we spoke to the manager about our disappointing
experience. Is chicken an endangered species in Atlanta? It was
nowhere to be seen on our menu. Almost every dish had shrimp. Where was
the lobster, lamb (my favorite), and where was the rice. We never got any
rice or vegetables! Where was the satay? This is a Thai place after
all. It was a total rip off. I am a foodie. I eat at all of the Philly
restaurants and in NYC and I think Nan is a waste of my time and my family's
money. The manager did nothing to alleviate our pitiful experience.
And, finally, where was the chef? Not even a hello? Maybe the chef at Nan
was too busy to grace us with their presence. In the end, the meal was ok,
very overpriced, and terribly disappointing. I will never go back and I
recommend you don't either.
A Google search reveals that the writer has sent the same comments to many review sites, like Urban
Spoon and Yelp.
I also find that Nan's website says the cost of the chef's table includes "beer, wine and champagne." The writer doesn't mention whether or how much her family drank. The website also says that the chef's table requires a minimum of six people, so that may have affected the overall cost for the writer's party of five. Finally, I note that the website says meals at the chef's table include six to eight courses, not necessarily eight.
I happened to browse through the June issue of Men's Journal at the barbershop today and noticed an article about the 30 best neighborhoods in America. Writer Jonathan Lerner penned the Atlanta entry and bestowed the award on the Old Fourth Ward. The article featured a photo of Lotta Frutta, the kinky little cafe at 590 Auburn Ave.
The article isn't online yet, but I did find a couple of other manly foodie items. There's a brief piece on Chef David Conn's version of the "Bacon Explosion" at New York's Channel 4 pub. He serves slices of the artery-clogger on slider buns. Perhaps Lance Gummere of the Shed on Glenwood could adopt the recipe for his Wednesday night menu of various sliders for $3 each.
The magazine's May issue featured a piece about hunting and cooking wild boar in South Carolina. Author Manny Howard opens with a scene that would titillate Michael Vick:
Manny, if this is gonna happen, its gonna have to happen very soon, Allan Boyd, our guide, calls from the opposite bank of a five-foot-wide canal, where the water is so black theres no telling how deep it is. With both hands hes gripping the left hind leg of a 200-pound Russian boar sow. Cornered between two cypress, the pig hammers back at the four hunting dogs attacking it. One of them has locked onto its snout. With a vigorous, elliptical sweep of its broad neck and shoulders the sow swings the dog high above its head and slams it savagely onto the cypress roots on the swamp floor. The dog doesnt loosen its grip. This happens four more times, even as the three other dogs tear at the boars face and ears. Now Boyd is annoyed: Manny, these dogs are getting hurt. Theyve been up on her too long.
TINY Bistro (1039 Marietta St., 404-745-9561, www.figsandhoneycatering.com) is one of the latest restaurants to open its doors on the booming Westside. The little lunch spot, owned by Karen and Robert Haan, is tucked away behind Octane Coffee. While its minimally decorated, flourishes like the ironically capitalized "TINY" sign, faux silver flatware, the vibrant pink floral dining room and the infectiously cheery staff make it exceedingly warm (and kind of precious). In a weird way, the bistro feels like its been around forever; this is undoubtedly due to its eight-year history as a catering company (in this same location) whose name recently changed to Figs & Honey Catering.
(Photo by Jennifer Zyman)
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