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Southern food is by nature comforting and familiar, but at what point does that tradition take the joy out of eating fried chicken, turnip greens and cornbread? The unexpected surprises that can make meals memorable are often hard to come by in a city where everybody’s grandmother makes the best mashed potatoes, but “The Elegant Farmer” seems on track to change that.

On a sunny Wednesday afternoon, I became more excited over a plate of pork roast than I expected. The deep flavors evoked memories of short ribs slowly simmering in red wine stock while sides of cornbread pudding and collard greens were too enjoyable to consider what ingredients were at work, although the greens were slightly oversugared. The Mac and Cheese was refreshingly grown up: a béchamel base spiked with dijon mustard and Louisiana hot sauce. A tender pot roast cooked overnight thrived in a gravy made from the melted fat of the roast and a bit of white wine. I appreciate a chef who likes his fat.

Pork Roast w. Braised Collard Greens, Cornbread Pudding – $10

A month into opening on South Highland at the corner of Central, The Elegant Farmer isn’t letting its “farm to table” philosophy get in the way of flavor or revving up prices because of it (you can get out for less than $12). While I am writing this with only one lunch under my belt, I cannot remember the last time I was this excited about a restaurant in Memphis. The real test will come in the following months. Will The Elegant Farmer maintain its quality and continue giving Southern classics refreshing upgrades? Or will the energy wane as the excitement of opening a new restaurant wears off? Our stomachs can only hope for the former.

The Elegant Farmer
(901) 324-2221
East Memphis
262 S Highland
Memphis, TN
38111www.theelegantfarmerrestaur

 

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Neighborhood restaurants are the modern-day Mead Hall, a tradition in ancient Scandinavia that once united Vikings and their king under one roof with food and alcohol. While there is less need these days for community collaboration on how best to pillage a nearby neighborhood, the ability to order “the usual,” seat yourself and talk to the people behind you continues to be a valued privilege.

When owners Bob Amick and Todd Rushing joined Concentrics Restaurants Group to open Parish Restaurant in Inman Park’s Old Fourth Ward, this was undoubtedly their aspiration. Couches by the front door replace the traditional hostess stand and are the first of many attempts to encourage customers to relax, sit down and have a chat. The vibe is come-as-you-please, and the hodgepodge New Orleans-inspired decor is disarming and friendly. Its cracked warehouse floor and rundown redbrick walls accentuate the historical building’s age and in the center of the restaurant is a long bar lit up with ruby-red lamps. Down a flight of stairs are Parish’s open kitchen, a small marketplace and a group of tables overlooked by a coffee bar where people study or lounge outside on the patio.

But for all the effort put into encouraging good times, the food is not so refined.  Out of fairness to Parish, a party of 16 wrecks havoc on a kitchen’s timing and on a server’s sanity, but such scenarios come with owning a restaurant. That night the pace was sluggish: 10 minutes before drinks were delivered, 30 minutes before our orders were taken, one hour before bread and appetizers hit the table. Considering that the appetizers ordered were either soup, which I assume was already made before we walked through the front door, or a salad, a one-hour wait time would have been acceptable only if the kitchen were taking the farm-to-table concept literally. I doubt this.

When the food was served, Parish was often too much into the extremes, lacking the balance and comfort for which Southern food is known. The tomato-basil soup, while warming and plentiful, was uncomfortably salty. The pan-seared Georgia trout was overcooked, and while Chef Schafer is all for letting fresh fish speak for itself, this underseasoned fish ultimately had nothing to say. Although the accompanying spoon bread was soft and buttery in the middle, the aftertaste was sadly and mysteriously bitter. The worst side dish, though, would have to be the collard greens — greens so sour not even the Grinch would steal them.  For dessert, an apple pie was smothered in cinnamon, and a fried blueberry pie was overwhelmingly tart, even with cornbread ice cream, an awkward idea the world could do without.

Parish, though, has potential. The house-made sourdough, when it was finally served, was crunchy and flaky. A salad of local greens, roasted carrots and red onions was nearly spot-on; the greens were robust and crisp, and the buttermilk vinaigrette balanced acidity and sourness. The batter on Parish’s giant piece of fried chicken had perfect crunch without being too greasy, and the side of grits was wonderfully buttery and creamy. For those looking for a hunk of meat, the hanger steak with fries sufficed, albeit lacking a more serious sauce than onion gravy for an added kick. And for dessert, there was the dense, dense chocolate tart with a superb mint chocolate ice cream that had all the freshness of the herb backed by cubes of chocolate chunks.

By the end of the three-hour, three-course ordeal, several facets of Parish were evident. Tables around us clearly were having a good time, Amick and Rushing seemed to enjoy working the floor, and the menu had sparks of imagination, which suggests the kitchen isn’t afraid to be more creative than southern cuisine lends itself. Thus the qualities of a great Southern restaurant do exist in Parish but are out of sync with one another. Timing and execution need work, and if, by chance, Parish thinks its pace fosters a carefree vibe, they should know that there are limits to levels of informality because, believe it or not, some neighbors just want their food.

Parish Foods & Goods
(404) 681-4434
Inman Park 240 N Highland Ave NE
Atlanta, GA 30307
www.parishatl.com/home.php

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I revisited Community BBQ the other day out of a craving for their messy bbq brisket sandwich and their mac & cheese (Mac & cheese is one of those dishes that simultaneously makes me weak at the knees while clogging my arteries).
Unfortunately, the bbq brisket sandwich was extremely dry. Like dehydrates your mouth dry. It’s such a pity too because had the meat been tender, it would have been a great sandwich.
Was this a fluke or is Community BBQ losing its touch?
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Consistency is the bane of all once-great restaurants and those who linger somewhere in the middle.

Like an athlete running a marathon, there’s an internal timer ticking away, and eventually, however many months or years it may be, the chefs of once-great restaurants give way to the stress of nightly services or old age or both. And for those places that occasionally jump up into excellence before hitting the ground again, it’s a matter of realizing the concept of a marathon, that occasional plates of greatness get you nowhere in the long-term, that a steady stream of tasty successes is the name of the game.
simple banana pudding. good.
A recent trip to Birmingham’s BBQ pride, Dreamland BBQ, showed me that old age may be getting to this 50-year-old institution. The first trip had me at first bite. The ribs were juicy, well-smoked and overall excellent. But a second detour on my way to Atlanta proved less than worth it. This time, the ribs were tough, chewy and occasionally undercooked.
Of course, one trip every three months is hardly enough time to take a complete picture of where this restaurant really stands, but since I don’t live in Birmingham, snapshots will have to do. And as of now, those snapshots are looking rather blurry.
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summer love in Memphis. just follow the smoke rising from the restaurant.

With the exception of Elvis Presley and Memphis’ silver medal per Forbes Magazine for being the “Most Miserable City to Live In,” I never thought this place was “king” of anything. That includes barbecue.

But my bad, Memphis. I was wrong. Three tour-de-force bbq joints (two really, but for kicks let’s say three) gave me insight into, what I previously thought to be unwarranted, this city’s bbq reputation.

Cozy Corner’s thick-cut BBQ bologna sandwich
My conversion started with Morris Grocery’s BBQ pork sandwich (see post) and continued with The Bar-B-Que Shop, a surprisingly clean restaurant that served a not-so-clean chopped pork sandwich. While the differences between one pork sandwich and the next are minimal, they’re notable and it’s probably the fine lines that make the difference. The most important difference was the meat’s tender, juicy nature. Most pork sandwiches rely on the sauce for “tenderness.” Here at the Shop, they rely on the hot sauce, if it can even be classified as hot, for a small kick.
Cozy Corner’s BBQ Cornish Hen
What made me a true believer in Memphis BBQ was a lunch at Cozy Corner. While its location on Danny Thomas Blvd. has drawbacks, the restaurant itself seems to be a local favorite among police officers so not to worry (when eating). But still, beware because one wrong turn and you’ll find yourself wedged between a coin laundry and a bail bonds store in a part of town I’d rather not see at night.

Two dishes at Cozy Corner deserve special attention. While the cornish hen is nice, it’s comes last behind a remarkable bologna sandwich and a plate of ribs with an intense smokiness second to none.
Cozy Corner’s Half-Rack of Ribs

First the sandwich. I’m a peasant when it comes to eating high-quality bologna: my memories of thin bologna sheets from Kroger are all I have. This bologna was thick, wonderfully smokey, and smooth. With Kroger bologna, you know you’re eating away one birthday for every bite, but Cozy’s bologna in all its easy-going glory was much less guilt-inducing.
The ribs. That’s where the meat is at, and it’s because of Cozy’s ribs I believe in Memphis, Tennessee. Cozy “out smokes” every restaurant in town when it comes to ribs. You just have to try it. No words will do the ribs any justice.
And while I don’t give much attention to decor and service at BBQ joints, it’s worth mentioning that Cozy is clean and the service is excellent. But even if the tables were dirty and the servers were jerks, I’d still come back. It’s that good.
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