I’m in Atlanta for a few days for the LITA National Forum – my first opportunity for professional development since leaving GW more than a year ago. It’s also my first time in Atlanta, so I’m hoping to see as much as I can during/around the conference sessions.
That said, I arrived with no actual plan, half a day to kill, and no lunch. Fortunately Dawn, my Airbnb hostess, was similarly hungry, so after dropping my stuff and getting a tour, we grabbed a quick lunch at Grindhouse Killer Burgers, located in the Sweet Auburn Curb Market. Dawn’s vegetarian, so I was surprised that she recommended a burger joint, but I shouldn’t have been, given how damned good it was. It’s the rare burger place that does veggie options as well as they do the meat, but Grindhouse is apparently one of them. I had a turkey burger with mushrooms and Swiss and crinkle fries and both were so good – which was good, as I needed some quality fuel for the afternoon ahead of me.
Dawn sketched out a walking tour – 2-3 hours of wandering around the parts of the city where people actually live – including recommendations for places to stop for snacks or drinks as I needed refreshments. 2-3 hours turned into 5,punctuated by frozen yogurt, a knitting store, Little Five Points, and a camel-like stop at a drinking fountain on Freedom Parkway. I walked up Peachtree and down 10th, stopping to chill out in Piedmont Park and to watch a marching band practice. I hung a right on Highland and checked out a few cute boutiques, passed the King of Pops, and kept walking to Little 5. And then, growing increasingly tired and famished, I wandered down Euclid, miraculously finding my way back to Dawn’s street with no map or internet-enabled phone to guide me.
My situation was getting desperate. I passed up the bars and restaurants of Little 5, expecting to find something to eat closer to Dawn’s – and not realizing that a solidly residential area lay between the two. I was delighted, then, to find myself at the doorstep of Sauced, a relatively new restaurant and cocktail spot on the edge of the Inman Park neighborhood.
Despite my pathetic bachelor eating when Shane’s away, I do genuinely enjoy going out to eat by myself. I like people-watching or getting wrapped up in my book while eating at my own pace. I like being in my own little bubble – solo, but not alone. Tonight, though, I found myself making conversation at the bar – ranging from Italo Calvino to Chicago settlement houses – over a gin lime rickey and a plate of skewers and sauce. I wish I could tell you about the sauces of the day, but I was too hungry to really take notes. I know that one was a truffled mayo-aioli-type thing, and another was a peachy chili sauce, and I know that I sopped the sauces up with grilled veggies, sauteed asparagus, and tofu. I know that the bartender toyed with majoring in the classics, and that my fellow bar diner was reading Ovid because of Calvino. And I know that after a small but delicious dinner, I climbed the stairs to Dawn’s place and almost immediately passed out.
Miles walked: 8.75
If you go:
753 Edgewood Ave
Atlanta, GA 30307