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.