The Albert: BBQ sliders

When our plans to attend a sold-out Saturday night comedy show were shot down because it was, well, sold out, we were lucky enough to happen upon The Albert in Inman Park. Although we all were stuffed, the aromas wafting from the open kitchen across the pool table were quite persuasive. Just add beer, voila, time to order.

Their BBQ sliders were on special for $1.50, and tasted more than special. The pork melted in your mouth and the BBQ sauce was tangy and sweet--just perfection. We asked if they sold the sauce. Our waiter said "Maybe someday, but the guys in the kitchen are lazy."

Minus comedy, plus Albert's BBQ sliders: net positive.

Sammich scrutiny

I took a quick lunch break and grabbed a sammich at Which Wich in Hapeville today. If you've never been, you must experience this. While the flavor can be hit or miss,
the sheer volume of choices is an experience all its own. You pick which base sandwich you want and add all the extras that suit your fancy. Basically, it's like Subway on steriods. Nice, legal, harmless steroids. Because these sandwiches certainly aren't bulky and the flavor sometimes pales (but that's better than MSG all up in your face, right?). But since there are so flippin many choices, you really have the opportunity to create an unfortunate mess of a sandwich. You can use this one rule to make sure your sandwich is at least palatable: add pesto.

Anyways, today's sandwich was a tomoato avacoado with mozzarela (in my head I just heard Giada say that in her out-of-place Italian accent). Bad choice of the day: I added black olives--too strong for tomatoes and avacados. Luckily, the sandwich artist noticed my blunder and put them all on the half of the sandwich I ate first. What a genius. The second half was definitely a happy ending.

Two Urban Licks: perfect?

I know I should tread lightly. All-encompassing blanket statements are bold. They are the fuel of political arguments (i.e. "You lie!"), the basis of racist generalizations (i.e. Stuff White People Like), and the modus operandi of douche bags worldwide (see any VH1 or MTV reality TV show). But I can't help it. I think Two Urban Licks is the best restaurant I've ever eaten at.

They only serve one beer (well, two. Their Numbers and the Numbers Black and Tan), about a million specialty keg wines, and the best food I've had (maybe ever). Seven of us shared a few appetizers, which were near perfect (although I hate beets, the dressing was addicting), and the entrees almost brought me back for dinner the following night.

I had the special that night, which was swordfish, prepared beyond perfectly. I didn't take notes, and I should have. The seasoning was incredible. The side dish was chorizo bread pudding. I would gladly volunteer for any science experiment which involved testing the limits of the human stomach if this side dish was involved. The chunks of slightly crispy bread and incredible chorizo made me wonder why I would eat anywhere else again. I also had a bite of the beef rib, which was easy to share because it fell off the bone like it was pulled pork lightly pressed to the bone.

This restaurant will be at the top of my list for recommendations, and I will visit again, even if it means Joe Wilson jumps up screams "Racist douche bag, boy!"