A DC colleague (and native North Carolinian) and I popped over to Georgia Browns for lunch on Thursday for a little South in your mouth/smack ya momma goodness. I had the southern fried chicken which was served on top of a bed of braised collard greens and a side of sweet potato fries. ‘Twas delish. From our table, near the door, we watched Mr. Jesse Jackson come in (can you say cliche' ?) and wait in line for 20 minutes for a table. That’s when ya know Miss Georgia Brown’s not puttin’ on any airs. Everyone’s somebody in there and you wait in line for lunch, period!
As if that wasn’t enough, S and N and I scrambled over to the Ritz Carlton after a lackluster-yet-attendance-required book signing party and had a late dinner at their new restaurant, West End Bistro. Food was much better than the wait (1.5 hours, even though we had a reservation). When we were finally seated we gobbled down Chef Marino’s 3-Star styled prosciutto over garlic rubbed artisan bread , baby artichoke salads (artichoke was shaved) and seared rare beef tenderloins swimming in green peppercorn sauce. Damn it was good. We should have stopped there because the pistachio rice pudding we ordered for dessert was terribly executed. Didn’t taint the experience though, we were drunk on Kir Royals and conversation by the time the food came anyway.
Tomorrow it’s back to Austin and tex-mex food for miles. Not to knock Austin, theres some good food happening there. It is nice, however, to come to the big city and dine among sophisticates who appreciate slow food and grown-up service.
As if that wasn’t enough, S and N and I scrambled over to the Ritz Carlton after a lackluster-yet-attendance-required book signing party and had a late dinner at their new restaurant, West End Bistro. Food was much better than the wait (1.5 hours, even though we had a reservation). When we were finally seated we gobbled down Chef Marino’s 3-Star styled prosciutto over garlic rubbed artisan bread , baby artichoke salads (artichoke was shaved) and seared rare beef tenderloins swimming in green peppercorn sauce. Damn it was good. We should have stopped there because the pistachio rice pudding we ordered for dessert was terribly executed. Didn’t taint the experience though, we were drunk on Kir Royals and conversation by the time the food came anyway.
Tomorrow it’s back to Austin and tex-mex food for miles. Not to knock Austin, theres some good food happening there. It is nice, however, to come to the big city and dine among sophisticates who appreciate slow food and grown-up service.
2 comments:
When you get home, I'm gonna make you some of that greasy, greasy chicken... You gonna get that all over yo' face!
My first and last time at GB was an experience I like to forget. I don't know if you could say, I liked the food before I vomited it up about 15 minutes later, but that is what happened. At least I used the bathroom, a friend used the bushes in front of the Army/Navy club. LOL In all, three people could not finish the night of festivities because of Ms. Brown.
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