Since coming to Emory, I haven’t been off campus much and my
experiences in Atlanta have unfortunately, been limited. However, this past
weekend my sister and her friend came to visit. We spent Saturday exploring
downtown and I realized after living here for eight months that I really enjoy
the city (slightly overdue, I know). We spent quite some time walking around aimlessly,
just getting the feel for the area and checking out anything we came across:
The Olympic Park, a couple of restaurants, and this one circle with a statue
(not sure what it’s called…) In the process, we found PittyPat’s porch, the
oldest restaurant in downtown Atlanta. Hungry and tired, we walked in but we
didn’t really expect what we found. The place took us back decades ago. There
were rocking chairs, carpeted floors, brick walls and old wooden tables and
chairs. The décor coupled with the aroma of fresh bread and homemade desserts
reminded me of my Grandma’s house. As
soon as we walked in, we knew we wanted to eat there. We didn’t plan on staying
there long but somehow, we did. Warm and cozy, the restaurant made us feel like
we were in another little world, separate from the hustle and bustle of the
city.
Downstairs!
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For our appetizers, we ordered the South Georgia Crawfish
dip and Fried Green Tomatoes (the waitress recommended both). They were
delicious. I don’t usually like seafood but the crawfish dip was so creamy and
coupled with the crackers, was the perfect starter. The fried green tomatoes
were the perfect blend of spice, crunch, and saucy-ness. The salad bar offered
great variety, and the bread reminded me of the bakeries back home in Serbia. Later
on, I ordered Aunt PittyPat’s fried chicken. The chicken was crunchy on the
outside and juicy on the inside. I expected it to be somewhat greasy but it
wasn’t at all… nor was it dry. It was just right. What’s more, you could tell
that all these foods were made from scratch. The meal was definitely the closest
thing to a home cooked meal that I have eaten all semester. In fact, everything
was so home-y; both the food and the restaurant gave a certain sense of warmth
and comfort. I also got to know a little bit more about Southern culture in the
US (also somewhat overdue…)
The chicken!!!!
The experience was great, and to think we stumbled upon such
a historic place by simply wondering around. My only complaint would be the
prices. The meal was quite expensive but my sister was in town and it was her
birthday, so I would say it was worth it!
Marija, I love that a southern restaurant reminded you of your home back in Serbia. How unexpected but how perfect! I've been hearing about Aunt Pitty Pat's Porch my whole life, and somehow I've never been there. Your writing makes me want to correct that oversight. Well done!
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