Good to find out the McCrady won at Cochon. He had the best drift of dishes, and the best Single Dish too. His dish actually proved there is a top-end to how good mexican food can be, since the Tamale his competitor made was the end-all of tamales, but McCrady's Pork Belly-Cake-and-Foam creation was undeniable.
MJQ was disappointing for the first time ever, Saturday Night. Not sure what that was about. The back half of the club was closed too, which meant we couldn't escape the DJ's up front. They weren't bad.. just not as good as they have been (as good as I remember them being, is probably more accurate)
I also saw the "No-Hitter" against the braves. The guy had 6 walks though. *I* could throw a no hitter under those criteria. Maybe. I guess I would need to get an out somehow....eventually... you get my point though.
Dogwood and Sweetwater both seemed bigger this year.... and that's all I have to say about that (As grandma would say)
Gudgingly, I must add that Park Tavern has shed its heavy cloak of mediocrity. The Sushi was very good, the Sangria was good (for what it was), and the service was good (For what it was). Yeah, I purposefully didn't qualify my sushi remark. It was good. I liked it a lot.
Does this mean I should go check out Neighbors, and see if Atlanta's other outdoor spot has come off the cutting edge of Oppressively Average?
Anyone ever have one of those days were everyone was mulling around trying to surreptitiously block your way ("Your in my road" my Father would say). I wasn't in that much of a hurry, at all this weekend, but everyone was strategically positioned to foil my advance. It took me 10 minutes to walk through Alon's, and it wasn't that crowded. It was very Truman Show, except they didn't want to trap me, they just wanted to slow me down.
Finally. Andy needs to check out Cymbals Eat Guitars, if not for the vibraphone (see the excellent Wind Phoenix) then for this reference to the infamous Parking Lot (the excellent Cold Spring):
The empty parkway wound its way back through charred black pine
Just like a wormhole
A bridge becomes an island when the ends are disconnected