Tour Georgia Series: Mary Macs, Atlanta

Sometimes I imagine myself as a tourist in my hometown or in Atlanta–especially to places I’ve been to before–and I want to share with you those places.  A couple of weeks ago I posted about a lunch trip to our local airport and last week I posted about going to the Wild Animal Safari.  In keeping with the tradition this week I am posting about going to Mary Mac’s in Atlanta.

Being a southerner myself it’s hard for me to pinpoint exactly what makes a southerner, well, a southerner.  I know it’s the way we I talk (“eight”, for instance, has at least three syllables).  I know it’s the way (most of us) we act.  But I think a big part of what is southern is the food.And those foods are so much a part of who I am that I forget other people have never heard of them.Butter Peas.  Polk Salad.  Cracklin Cornbread. Chicken Fried Steak.  Collard Greens with Pot Likker.Then there are those southern foods of yesteryear that my grandmother talks about so fondly that even turn my southern stomach.  Head cheese, for one.  Just google it if you don’t believe me.  Eggs and brains, is another.The reason I bring up southern food is because we went to Mary Mac’s last night with my family.

Mary Mac’s in located in Midtown (Atlanta, for all you non-locals) and is the quintessential southern restaurant.  We dined on fried green tomatoes, cornbread, homemade rolls, and cinnamon buns for appetizers.  Each person was given a taste of greens and cracklin cornbread.

Dinner included such treats as fried chicken livers, country fried steak, veggie plates (with fried okra, pickled beets, hopping john, cheese grits, squash casserole, and field peas), meatloaf, and fried chicken. And I’ll go ahead and tell you–I was *going* to take a picture of my plate when it came out, but it looked so good that MM and I just dove right in. By the time I remembered to get out my camera, well, there wasn’t much left to take a picture of.For dessert it was bread pudding.

If you are a local–or you visit Atlanta–Mary Mac’s is a must. This was actually the first time I’ve ever been for dinner; I usually go for lunch when visiting C. or my best friend, Dana at work. I have to say I enjoyed it more at dinner because at lunch I have a tendency to get too full…and is there anything worse than that horribly full feeling in the middle of the day?Here are some more pictures of our dinner, with plenty of MM thrown in for good measure, because as you know by now, it’s all about her.

Pitchers of sweet tea, bowls of butter, and hot pepper sauce–can it get any better?

In other news, my website is look horrible these days.  I have spent hours the past two days trying to trouble shoot what’s going on–including playing around with html code–fun times for someone like me, let me tell you.  Rest assured, I’m still working on it and hopefully will have my site looking all spiffy in the next week or so.  Or at least I’ll die trying.

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