The Dinner Net

There are a gaggle of G restaurants in Atlanta, but not too many struck our fancy. Most were of the Grand variety (Grand China, Grand Buffett, Grand Panda, etc…) which are fabulous and really useful when I get that hankering for a good round of gut busting Chinese food. Buuutt not so helpful on our tour, which we like to consider a tad….hmmm, should I say, distinguished. *pinky to side of mouth*

So, we huffed, puffed, kicked at the dirt, and chose Gladys’ Chicken and Waffles. Then we got off the interstate and the smells kicked in: golden fried chicken with a hint of something sweet. “OK,” I thought. “This could be not so terrible.” As we were waiting for our table, the curiosity kicked in. “Hmmm, this place is hopin. Can’t be awful. And WOA! a tray full of sweet tea! Nice.” Did I mention we were waiting outside? ;]

They screeched our name, we took our seats, and cracked the menu. We had just enough time to ouuu at the selections and proudly announce our choices to the group, when our lively waiter bebopped over to take our orders sans notebook. 

We speculated on how he was going to remember our orders, noted Nick’s ability to morph into the person he is speaking to, blinked, and then our food floated down. And baby that Midnight Train was lookin good! The real deal: four hearty chicken wings fried to perfection beside a malt waffle. The twinge of uncertainty melted with that first buttery sweet bite. 

Topped it off with a peach cobbler drowning in vanilla ice cream. Mmm mm good!

Lin’s Rating: 22 Such a pleasant surprise! But had I known it was going to be good, I probably would have been let down. Know wadda meen?