I apologize for my drunk blog postings this last weekend. My awesome wife surprised me with a limo and an impromptu trip to Athens to eat at Farm 255 and have some beer at the Belgian beer fantasy called Trappeze. The trip there with my friends and good beer was as good as the organic food at the restaurant. The birthday carrot cake cupcakes were excellent as was the cheeseburger. I would love to go back sober. The pub was a short but nice visit and they had a great draft selection of beer. Thanks to my friends and family for making my 35th very special.
In order to mock my sister and entertain her friends with wacky pictures, I pretended to take a regular picture. The cupcakes were excellent even though the girl with afro was holding them.
We are at JCT Kitchens with my sister. We came straight from the airport and had to have truffle fries. The potatoes are not in the shape of Hello Kitty.
These monkeys would come up to the windows, put their back to the idiot tourists and eat. Pretty funny to see them essentially tell us to "kiss my ass".
I rushed down there to make it to the gift shop and it was tiny and lame. My time at the Fed spoiled me and I was not interested in paying ten dollars for a stuffed bear with a dollar bear on its' tummy.
I ordered this amazing dish that arrived in a cast iron pan filled with the juice it was braised in. It fell apart and had an incredible texture and flavor. Easily the best short rib I have ever tasted. I am in my happy place.
Because the Jesus freaks in Georgia do not allow high alcohol beer, I have to seek them in my travels. The IPA is one of the best from Dogfish and the Fort is a beer brewed from rasberries that is one of the highest gravity beers ever at almost 20%. Lastly, a limited edition Hop Ale caught my eye. See what you make me do Georgia Legislators!
I like coming into a clean room without naked German men in the room. After a weird flight that had a pressurized cabin issue, I am happy to get some sleep in the nation's capital.
This shredded flank steak cooked in onions and mojo has a heavy plantain dome of goodness. To make the dome easier to tackle, a bowl of chicken stock is brought to the table. Ofcourse it is awesome.
The sign may say Habana Grill but Mr. Pepe says otherwise. Pretty good Cuban food for being 4 hours north of Miami. There are some random Cubans in the Central Florida area keeping it real.
My sister works at this production school where they do some filming in a backlot. You can hardly tell I am in an old abandoned strip mall and not in a busy city street. There was a weird guy from Charlotte named Brian running around screaming obscenities at the janitor and accusing his mop of being shifty and lazy.