I’m in Atlanta for the week. Unlike my Portland trip, I’m not here with the sole purpose of eating [I’m here for a public health preparedness conference for my job]. But a girl’s still gotta eat, right? So I am taking advantage of my temporary proximity to new (to me) restaurants and stretching out my belly with some scrumptious Southern delights (huh – and I’ve been blaming my two pregnancies for my stretch marks all these years).
My first night here, my fro-workers and I used our public transportation skills to get us to Rosebud in Atlanta’s Virginia-Highland neighborhood. I’d happened upon the fact that Rosebud offered a Monday evening brunch (what?!), which was wonderfully exciting news since 1) brunch is one of my four favorite meals and 2) I’m only here Mo-Fri, so I hadn’t seen an Atlanta brunch in my future.
So you’d think I’d have selected something off of their special Monday Brunch menu, the likelihood of me finding myself in the ATL again on a Monday night anytime soon being slim. But my dumb eyes – they wandered over to the Dinner side of the menu and got caught up on those fatal (for me) words: turkey burger. Not that I haven’t passed up a turkey burger before – but this one offered a new experience, with goat cheese and pineapple. As much as the Peekytoe Crab Cake Benedict enticed me and the Cornmeal Waffle shouted my name, the burger had me at goat cheese.
Half of my burger still sits in its To Go container in my hotel room, unable to be eaten without risking life and limb due to an enteric illness, as we have no refrigerator and it’s now several hours old. The risk might be worth it, though, as the burger was quite enjoyable – the creamiest of cheeses mingled with the punchy sweet tug of the pineapple did spark joy in my little heart. The fries were quite tasty too, crisp and fluffy and well seasoned, made even better with the subtly 1000 Islandish sauce with which they were served.
As good as the burger was, it’s not going on my Burger Quest list because I did not arrive at Rosebud specifically for the burger. But in the future, I might. For the burger, for the crab cake benedict, for the yummy and light Pimm’s Cup cocktail I slurped down well before my meal arrived, for the quietly hip ambience – Rosebud is surely in my future if and when I return to the ATL soon. And perhaps I will return to Atlanta (where the playas play) very soon if not for the food, then surely for the Coca-Cola.
1397 N. Highland Avenue