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Comment Archives: Locations: Restaurants: Bakery

Re: “Atlanta Bread [Closed]

An assortment of sandwiches and soups in bread bowls will satisfy you(they even have vegitarian options)! They also have a baked goods area.

Posted by Wickedactress09 on 08/31/2010 at 5:02 PM

Re: “Atlanta Bread [Closed]

An assortment of delicious sandwiches and soups in bread bowls will satisfy you(they do have vegitarian options). Also serve bakes goods!

Posted by Wickedactress09 on 08/31/2010 at 5:00 PM

Re: “Bruegger's Bagel Bakery

kind of

Posted by john lang on 08/29/2010 at 9:51 PM

Re: “Sambuca

I have been at Sambuca numerous times for dinner and we love the food. Actually have reservations for 6 this Thursday night. It can be a little loud at times with the music however the quality of the food makes up for that. Love what you do keep doing it!!

Posted by KLVail on 07/21/2010 at 1:46 PM

Re: “Fattoush Cafe

Terrible food and high prices! I can't believe they are still in business. My gyro salad tasted terrible and almost chemically and cost me over $8 for lunch. Highest price in town. I will never return to this place

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Posted by sc on 06/25/2010 at 10:45 AM

Re: “The Garden Brunch Cafe

My husband and went after church for brunch. It was suggested by a friend. I was very impressed with the atmosphere and how nice everyone was. The food was great. I like the fact that everything is prepared fresh for you. I was worth the small wait that we had. I have gone since and will be going back for Sunday Brunch.

Posted by Ms. Ann on 05/24/2010 at 10:50 AM

Re: “Cafe Coco

I've had the pasta and burgers here, and they're both really good. The atmosphere is pretty nice and laid back - definitely more towards a younger college-aged crowd. You can sometimes feel a little unwelcome from some of the patrons if you don't fit into the normal customer group, but I've never felt that from the service. It's a good place if you're really hungry at night because it is open 24 hours, but the area is a little scary if you have to park too far from the restaurant.

Posted by atw663 on 05/23/2010 at 3:37 PM

Re: “Sambuca

We had made reservations for Sat 4/17/10 for my daughters birthday party for 11 people. There were 8 of us there by 6pm but was told we couldn't be seated unless all 11 was there. I was told the table was cancelled at 6:16pm , that they could only hold the table until 6:15. I believe we were not seated simply because we are African America. This is 2010 and all these unreasonable shady reasons for not seating us is unacceptable and I will be making a report to the Better Business Burea. We were told you would not have any openings until 10pm, which was not true either as we sat at the bar we noted many empty tables. I personally have been in more upscale restuants than Sambuca and would not recommend it to any of my friends or relatives, Oh I forgot thats probably would be just fine with you because they are all black! Yes, discrimanation is what you all are serving! florenceblair2009@comcast.net

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Posted by Florence Blair on 04/18/2010 at 10:15 PM

Re: “The Garden Brunch Cafe

My girlfriends and I visited this relatively new spot after church for brunch. It was suggested to make reservations, which we did, for 1pm. We were seated promptly and seemed to be off to a good experience however after an hour of waiting and sipping our drinks, our food had not yet arrived. After about an hour and 20 minutes our order finally arrived in pieces with some of the finishing touches still missing. The food was lukewarm and bland. After paying, one of my friends was shorted .59 of her change she was owed and told that they had run out of change was the reason. I know this is a new spot and really hope that they can work out the kinks that comes along with a new business. I will patronage this business again in hopes that things will improve. This place has the makings of a great establishment but really needs to make some fine tuning.

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Posted by dinerone on 04/18/2010 at 6:39 PM

Re: “Crema

best coffee in town hands down. I drive downtown from south nashville for just for their macchiatos and selection of drew's brews

Posted by ulikabbq on 04/07/2010 at 6:31 PM

Re: “Crema

Love, love, love crema! Great coffee & service! Yummy seasonal coffees to taste as well....
Rating Detail:
Food: 5
Service: 5
Atmosphere: 5
Value: 5
Overall: 5

Posted by Michelle on 02/07/2010 at 9:19 PM

Re: “The Garden Brunch Cafe

I went in there after a long trip from Dallas, to be greeted by one of the owners, friendly and very accomodating. Its like coming to a friends house. I sat down to see beautiful rooms, local artwork all over the walls, also excellent photography from a local photographer. I ordered the Salmon Cakes. They were the best I have ever had! My daughter had the french toast, which was perfectly plated and garnished with fresh organic fruit! It was beautiful and neither of us left anything on the plate! I am going to go back there for New Years, b/c it was a wonderful place! i love it! What a local gem! I wish there one in dallas! They also told me they have free wifi...
Rating Detail:
Food: 5
Service: 5
Atmosphere: 5
Value: 5
Overall: 5

Posted by KEnjah on 12/27/2009 at 9:28 AM

Re: “Bongo Java Roasting Co.

I love Bongo Java so much I made a video about it.. check it out http://www.youtube.com/brooklynhippeez
Rating Detail:
Food: 5
Service: 5
Atmosphere: 5
Value: 5
Overall: 5

Posted by Nimi on 12/11/2009 at 10:50 PM

Re: “Frothy Monkey

Most of the food was mediocre at best.I did see the GFS truck out back.The food was getting really fine then all of a sudden the muffins were life OTIS SPUNKMEYER'S.What a shame .I thought I had found a place like I was used to in the midwest with honest baking and ingredients. Wont go back to a place gpoing backwards.
Rating Detail:
Food: 1
Service: 1
Atmosphere: 1
Value: 1
Overall: 2

Posted by peggy on 11/05/2009 at 1:45 PM

Re: “Sky Blue Coffee & Bistro

One of the things I always miss about Asheville, NC, is the Sunny Point diner. The first time I ate at Sky Blue, I couldn't believe the similarities. I am thrilled that this cafe exists on the east side! Note: Sky Blue does, in fact, serve alcohol.
Rating Detail:
Food: 5
Service: 5
Atmosphere: 5
Value: 5
Overall: 5

Posted by Drew on 08/03/2009 at 7:20 AM

Re: “Fattoush Cafe

The outside may fool you but this place has great tasting food...very friendly staff...they provide great service to their customers. They have a wide variety of food to choose from but I've only tried the chicken gyro and gyro platter with rice and a salad. It was great! Definitely 5 stars. I'll be returning soon....
Rating Detail:
Food: 4
Service: 5
Atmosphere: 5
Value: 4
Overall: 5

Posted by Lloyd on 05/07/2009 at 11:32 AM

Re: “Hermitage Café

as the owners daughter and waitress there... i am extremely partial to the hermitage cafe. almost anything goes and everyone (who is pleasant) is welcomed. however, please note that we do not accept credit cards nor debit cards. we are a cash only premises.
Rating Detail:
Food: 5
Service: 3
Atmosphere: 3
Value: 5
Overall: 5

Posted by sherri on 02/16/2009 at 7:01 PM

Re: “Hermitage Café

as the owners daughter and waitress there... i am extremely partial to the hermitage cafe. almost anything goes and everyone (who is pleasant) is welcomed. however, please note that we do not accept credit cards nor debit cards. we are a cash only premises.
Rating Detail:
Food: 5
Service: 3
Atmosphere: 3
Value: 5
Overall: 5

Posted by sherri on 02/16/2009 at 7:01 PM

Re: “Pfunky Griddle

The Pfunky Griddle is set in a house, and has the sort of quaint ambience that makes you want to like it; attractive, in spite of the jungle mural motif painted on walls that look to have once been the bedrooms of a few 5 and 6 year old children. I am seated pretty quickly, and as I’m seated the hostess turns on a griddle at my table. Whoa. I didn’t know the Griddle in The Pfunky Griddle would be one at my own table. I looked around and noticed there was a large griddle in the middle of each table. The mother and daughter at the table next to me seemed to be enjoying their griddle. So I decided to go with it. I figured maybe it’d be something like an experience at The Melting Pot or a Japanese restaurant like Benihanas. It wasn’t. The waitress gives me a menu and explains to me when I tell her I’ve never been to The Pfunky Griddle “we provide you your batter and materials to make your own pancake, French toast, or eggs.” The wheels in my head start turning. I’m bummed—because I was in one of those rare moods to get pancakes, but I had no desire to cook them. I’m more an egg girl. But then she tells me I’ll have to make my own eggs, and there aren’t any omelets on the menu anyway. They do have potatoes, grits, and a few other sides that you don’t have to cook. I figured I would do less damage making French toast than pancakes (which, let’s be honest, are NOT easy to make which is why people go to a restaurant to get them!), and I can’t have breakfast without eggs so I ordered one egg. I wanted to eat at least one thing that I didn’t have to cook myself, so I ordered potatoes. The waitress disappears and arrives back with a plastic blue plate and a big black spatula--my utensils. She also has the smallest cup of coffee I’ve ever seen outside of a fun house. And I’ve actually never been to a fun house, so it was the smallest cup of coffee I’ve ever seen. As I’m waiting for my food to come out, I check out my table. My griddle is making me a little bit hot, and I notice the table has vegetable spray, salt, paper, and sugar. Soon, the waitress comes out. “here’s your egg.” She meant it quite literally. She presented me an egg, in its shell, nesting in a bowl. It was topped by another bowl. You haven’t been disappointed with what you ordered in a restaurant until a waitress comes out to you and says here’s your egg and quite literally gives you an egg. “And here’s your French toast.” She slides a bowl of some mixture and a plate of wheat bread on my table, and prepares to leave. “Sooo,” I say tentatively, “do I just spray this vegetable spray on the griddle?” “Oh!” she says, “I can do that for you!”. I’m thinking I’m the one who just left home to eat, I really would like them to cook the entire meal for me instead of just spraying my griddle. She sprays my griddle thoroughly, then turns to leave again. “So how long should I cook this?” I ask, pointing to my French toast. I’m a pretty good cook, but I can screw up members of the pancake, French toast, waffle family something terrible. “Oh, however long you want. The griddle’s pretty hot.” I’m the one sitting in front of the griddle, I know how hot it is. She leaves. Left alone, I start problem solving. Okay. I decide to make my egg first. I break the egg, use some of the milk that the waitress had brought for my coffee, and salt and pepper. I mix up the egg with my fork—that I’ll eventually be eating my food with. Then I change tasks and focus on my French toast. I dip my bread in the French toast mixture (which I assume is made of egg and cinnamon). Eventually, I’ve filled my griddle with bread dipped in the egg and cinnamon batter. I figure I may as well cook my lonely looking egg. My breakfast potatoes arrive, and it turns out they’re mashed. I’m slightly disappointed because I was kinda’ craving some hash browns. I’m starting to think these folks object to having to stand over a griddle or grill themselves. The waitress hasn’t picked up my mess yet—my leftover egg shell, my batter for my French toast, and all the plates I have left over. I put my egg on the griddle, and I will admit an egg does well to be spread out on a griddle. I eat my egg. It is tasty! This isn’t really surprising, however, because I make a tasty egg at home. My French toast is o-kay. It’s not great, but that’s not really my fault. I don’t think the batter is that great---which is actually pretty annoying since their one job is to make the batter. By this point, I’m just thinking this is a silly idea. Silly as daycares that spell kids K-I-D-Z or call themselves something like Kiddie Kollege. Misspelling words for a business advantage is silly, and this concept is silly. It’s as if the laziness of them not having to cook is just contagious, and gets into everything. The waitress doesn’t refill my coffee cup or bring me water. When I finally ask for more coffee, she brings me cold coffee. And my entire meal I stared at the refrigerator so I could see them storing the store-bought orange juice. One of my favorite words is trifling. It’s a word that captures a combination of laziness, thoughtlessness, and silliness. It’s one of the world’s best words in my opinion, particularly because there are some things that are just such a bizarre combination of lazy, thoughtless, and silly that they just have to be described as trifling. And so is The Pfunky Griddle. I think the concept in some ways could have potential. But I don't think it's there yet. Perhaps they should let Parliament keep the P-funk.. P.S. All this being said, if you have a kid I could see how this could be a good time.
Rating Detail:
Food: 2
Service: 2
Atmosphere: 2
Value: 2
Overall: 2

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Posted by Rea on 01/01/2009 at 8:36 PM

Re: “Pfunky Griddle

The Pfunky Griddle is set in a house, and has the sort of quaint ambience that makes you want to like it; attractive, in spite of the jungle mural motif painted on walls that look to have once been the bedrooms of a few 5 and 6 year old children. I am seated pretty quickly, and as I’m seated the hostess turns on a griddle at my table. Whoa. I didn’t know the Griddle in The Pfunky Griddle would be one at my own table. I looked around and noticed there was a large griddle in the middle of each table. The mother and daughter at the table next to me seemed to be enjoying their griddle. So I decided to go with it. I figured maybe it’d be something like an experience at The Melting Pot or a Japanese restaurant like Benihanas. It wasn’t. The waitress gives me a menu and explains to me when I tell her I’ve never been to The Pfunky Griddle “we provide you your batter and materials to make your own pancake, French toast, or eggs.” The wheels in my head start turning. I’m bummed—because I was in one of those rare moods to get pancakes, but I had no desire to cook them. I’m more an egg girl. But then she tells me I’ll have to make my own eggs, and there aren’t any omelets on the menu anyway. They do have potatoes, grits, and a few other sides that you don’t have to cook. I figured I would do less damage making French toast than pancakes (which, let’s be honest, are NOT easy to make which is why people go to a restaurant to get them!), and I can’t have breakfast without eggs so I ordered one egg. I wanted to eat at least one thing that I didn’t have to cook myself, so I ordered potatoes. The waitress disappears and arrives back with a plastic blue plate and a big black spatula and the smallest cup of coffee I’ve ever seen outside of a fun house. And I’ve actually never been to a fun house, so it was the smallest cup of coffee I’ve ever seen. Then the waitress goes back to her standing area. As I’m waiting for my food to come out, I check out my table. My griddle is making me a little bit hot, and I notice the table has vegetable spray, salt, paper, and sugar. Soon, the waitress comes out. “here’s your egg.” She meant it quite literally. She presented me an egg, in its shell, nesting in a bowl. It was topped by another bowl. You haven’t been disappointed with what you ordered in a restaurant until a waitress comes out to you and says here’s your egg and quite literally gives you an egg. “And here’s your French toast.” She slides a bowl of some mixture and a plate of wheat bread on my table, and prepares to leave. “Sooo,” I say tentatively, “do I just spray this vegetable spray on the griddle?” “Oh!” she says, “I can do that for you!”. I’m thinking I’m the one who just left home to eat, I really would like them to cook the entire meal for me instead of just spraying my griddle. She sprays my griddle thoroughly, then turns to leave again. “So how long should I cook this?” I ask, pointing to my French toast. I’m a pretty good cook, but I can screw up members of the pancake, French toast, waffle family something terrible. “Oh, however long you want. The griddle’s pretty hot.” I’m the one sitting in front of the griddle, I know how hot it is. She leaves. Left alone, I start problem solving. Okay. I decide to make my egg first. I break the egg, use some of the milk that the waitress had brought for my coffee, and salt and pepper. I mix up the egg with my fork—that I’ll eventually be eating my food with. Then I start dipping my bread in the French toast mixture made out of I assume egg and cinnamon. Eventually, I’ve filled my griddle with bread dipped in the egg and cinnamon batter. I figure I may as well cook my lonely looking egg. My breakfast potatoes arrive, and it turns out they’re mashed. I’m slightly disappointed because I was kinda’ craving some hash browns. I’m starting to think these folks object to having to stand over a griddle or grill themselves. The waitress hasn’t picked up my mess yet—my leftover egg shell, my batter for my French toast, and all the plates I have left over. I put my egg on the griddle, and I will admit an egg does well to be spread out on a griddle. I eat my egg. It is tasty! This isn’t really surprising, however, because I make a tasty egg at home. My French toast is o-kay. It’s not great, but that’s not really my fault. I don’t think the batter is that great---which is actually pretty annoying since their one job is to make the batter. By this point, I’m just thinking this is a silly idea. The Pfunky Griddle isn’t clever, it’s just silly. Silly as daycares that spell kids K-I-D-Z or call themselves something like Kiddie Kollege. Misspelling words for a business advantage is silly, and this concept is silly. It’s as if the laziness of them not having to cook is just contagious, and gets into everything. The waitress doesn’t refill my coffee cup or bring me water. When I finally ask for more coffee, she brings me cold coffee. One of my favorite words is ‘trifling’. It’s a word that captures a combination of laziness, thoughtlessness, and silliness. It’s one of the world’s best words in my opinion, particularly because there are some things that are just such a bizarre combination of lazy, thoughtless, and silly that they just have to be described as trifling. And so is The Pfunky Griddle. In my experience, this restaurant was as trifling as spelling funky with an unnecessary P. Perhaps they should let Parliament keep the P-funk. P.S. All this being said, if you have a kid I could see how this could be a good time.
Rating Detail:
Food: 2
Service: 2
Atmosphere: 3
Value: 2
Overall: 2

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Posted by Rea on 01/01/2009 at 3:35 PM

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