In the past year, Octane's owner Tony Riffle has hinted that he was looking to open a cafe in the strangely coffeehouse-free Grant Park. Instead, Riffle bought what was Method in Emory Village. When I've asked him about plans for Grant Park he says he's still thinking about it, but won't commit to a yes or no.
Well, it appears someone else has taken the bait and opened in Grant Park. Grant Park Coffeehouse opened Feb. 14 on the corner of Cherokee and Augusta avenues on the west side of Grant Park. I stopped in yesterday morning to check it out.
The space has a vaguely African theme, and the coffee is organic Ethiopian, roasted by Dean's Beans. I had a decent cappuccino, a mild, tangy cup of regular coffee, and an above average blueberry scone (paging Cliff Bostock). The scone lacked some of that hard crumble outer crust that the very best scones achieve, but it wasn't too sweet and most of the flavor present came from actual plump blueberries rather than overly-sweet dough.
It's not Octane, but it is a nice addition to a caffeine-starved neighborhood.
(Photo by Besha Rodell)
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We went here last weekend and I really liked it. It's not a place like Octane where you'll have a sublime experience with a perfectly-drawn espresso, but I had a very good brewed coffee and a really nice cookie. It's a comfortable space in a cool old building. Warning to haters of children in eating establishments: they have small chairs and crayon packs for children and my son enjoyed both. I will be returning with him to further infest Atlanta eating establishments with his kiddie cooties.
Thanks for the child-rage heads up, Darin. We'll be supporting our (latest) local merchant trying to eke a living out of this apparently financially toxic site, as we have with all its predecessors. We'll be sitting and sipping outside, as far away from the crayons as we can be -- which is a big part of the reason we moved here many years ago; not a crayon in sight -- with our mature, leashed, highly trained, be-medaled, four-legged friend. When your little, out-of-control, snot-nosed terrorist bum-rushes him and pokes him in the eye, and then gets bit in the face, we can exchange lawyer hate-mails. Bon jour.