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I have a like-dislike relation with Interim. Sometimes I feel like the space is too nice and the prices are too high for food that’s often boring. Other times I have dreams about that one grilled pork-chop that took me for a ride for dinner. The kitchen at Interim has also had its back and forth. Chef Jackson Kramer left for a period and now has returned. I recently had dinner in the private room, and I must give Chef Kramer serious credit for making it all look very easy. A table of 16-17 isn’t a simple cover, but the timing was as if we were a party of 4 and this was just another table. As for the food: wonderful.

Crispy Chicken Livers, pickled wild ramps, rhubarb marmalade – $10
At first bite the chicken livers were too greasy, the liver unpronounced, but eventually everything came together and the liver was as good as I’ve had.

Berkshire Pork Tenderloin, warm turnip salad, cured jowl, arugula, green sauce – $29
Entree of pork tenderloin looked boring. Looked is the key word. Perhaps it was two notches overcooked but the combination of pork with the sauteed greens, spicy green sauce and salty/fatty jowl was fantastic.

espresso creme brulee – $7
You have ever right to judge me for ordering the creme brulee, the staple dessert for “fancy” restaurants but always boring. But listen here — this creme brulee was excellent because it was different. The menu reads “espresso” but my friends and I tasted more blueberry and wine somewhere in there. Either way, very much worth the $7.

Warm Chocolate Cake, mixed berry coulis & vanilla gelato – $8.5
The warm chocolate cake was more like an upside-down souffle. Rich, dense chocolate: how can you not be happy?

Brioche Bread Pudding, bourbon crème anglaise, brown sugar pecans, salty caramel gelato — 8.5
A little bit on the dry side and very much lacking in bourbon, but still a nice dessert.

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roasted sea scallops – $14

Chef John Bragg’s Circa opened in 2007 to a chic interior, extensive wine list and a sharp menu that quickly won recognition from Food and Wine magazine among other enthusiasts. Circa had another side too. Commercial Appeal critic Fredric Koeppel knocked Circa for its inconsistency, a claim I fully supported, while other Memphians often found the service too snobby for food too pricey. Whatever the case, Circa abandoned Downtown and reopened in East Memphis near Ruth’s Chris on Shady Grove early this year. But despite a new location, different decor and trimmed menu, Circa is as uninspired as ever — a fine place to spend money but not to eat.

Downtown Circa had one of the classiest dining rooms in Memphis: hardwood floors, walls made to hold wine bottles, spotlights to give focus and emphasis throughout the room. The charm and style Circa once had is gone, and as with most restaurants in shopping centers, the decor feels forced — this one dark and brooding, sprawling and cold with black walls and octopus-like lighting fixtures.

striped bass – $26 | careful, the garnish is deadly.

The food doesn’t show any sign of a chef trying to start anew either. The seared scallops in a pistou broth was a lame imitation of New York City’s Daniel Bouluds’ original. Bragg’s attempt is three rubbery scallops lost in a murky green pool of mismatched vegetables and raw pine nuts. The crayfish beignets seemed to lack crayfish while the crab cakes were a tad burnt and two tads too fishy. The lobster bisque with sherry and crabmeat was a creamy bowl of cream, the lobster nowhere to be found. Only the mound of smoked salmon served on a corn cake showed strength, but this depends on whether Circa smokes its own salmon.

Entrees didn’t improve. The rack of lamb and the quail were both drowning in a sharp and aggressively acidic buerre rouge sauce while the salmon with pesto was neither fresh nor flavorful, with the exception of a greasy chip used as a garnish. The polenta battered striped bass was both a choking hazard and a textural nightmare. A mysterious bone-like garnish was formidable enough, but beyond that waited a clash of undercooked edamame, overcooked fish and gummy batter all resting in a watery tarragon buerre blanc. For dessert, there was the forgettable but “award winning” apple pie.

It is a shame that Circa’s new kitchen is serving such flawed food that is memorable only because of its price tag. What is meant to be white tablecloth cuisine — for 5 people, the bill was approximately $400 — sadly comes across as sloppy, unrefined and unimaginative, and if Circa is going to survive the next year, the kitchen will need an epiphany that their best days were c. 2007.

Circa By John Bragg
(901) 746-9130
White Station
6150 Poplar Ave Ste 122
Memphis, TN 38119

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I regret how little time I spend with restaurants. A professional critic has at least three meals to understand both the food and the atmosphere. Unfortunately I have neither the financial backing nor the flexibility to do the same, and so often my reviews are  reactionary snapshots to the food. Sometimes I get the atmosphere. Sometimes I don’t. On a quiet Wednesday night in the near deserted dining room at the Queen of Sheba, I really didn’t.

The sea of empty chairs, quirky music that sent me to cantina scene in Star Wars, the two men drinking at a long bar — I refuse to believe this Ethiopian restaurant doesn’t have character, and for now I’m going to assume I went at the wrong time. Nevertheless the vibe was off. As for the food, I find eating with my hands liberating (as you are suppose to use the sponge-like bread they provide). Compared to what I’ve had in Memphis, the Queen of Sheba is both under-seasoned and  lacking in heat. I wanted more spice, more kick out of the lamb stew but never found it. I also wanted more lamb and less bone. This isn’t to say that these dishes weren’t satisfying. Everything was good, but just nothing beyond that. We ordered the “fish” which came out whole — head and tail but no eyes — and while I’m all for eating a whole fish, this one was  flavorless and suspect as far as freshness goes. I think it was catfish. It tasted like catfish.

Will I go back to the Queen of Sheba? Probably not for a long time, but only because I hear there are other Ethiopian restaurants in the Atlanta area. I need to check those out first before giving the Queen of Sheba a revisit.

Queen of Sheba
(404) 321-1493
Druid Hills/Emory
1594 Woodcliff Dr NE
Atlanta, GA 30329
www.qsheba.com

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I can’t remember the last time I forced myself to eat an entire plate of food I found appalling. Wait, yes I can. I was seven years old, and my mom decided to serve canned Spam for dinner, that awful meat (?) product Hawaiians claim as their own. Now I have a new memory to cherish, and it’s at Dongnea Bangnea, a Korean BBQ restaurant on the wrong side of Buford Highway somewhere at the bottom of a hill on the side of the road behind a shopping nobody can see from the main road. The name shouldn’t mean anything to you unless you can read Korean. The sign is in Korean and when I the bill showed up on my credit card, I was worried somebody had stolen my number.

But why is Dongnea so awful? I personally just assumed that all Korean BBQ in the world was magically tasty and perfectly unhealthy, but I was wrong. For $15 all-you-can-eat, Dongnea serves the entire table brisket, a lesser cut of beef that needs a long, slow cooking time to be tender. Trying to sear thin slices of brisket quickly, as we were expected to do, leads to and led to tough, chewy bites. And for some reason, Dongnea doesn’t use grills but puts a black slate on top of a bed of coals. The heat is insufficient.

Here’s another problem: Dongnea served the brisket frozen…and nothing is more appealing than watching your dinner go from icy to a gloomy gray color. Last and certainly most egregious is how under-seasoned the brisket was. And by under-seasoned, I mean not seasoned at all. Nothing. Not even salt. And let’s say like me you sit down and unsuspectingly encounter this atrocity. Well, you are expected to eat all of it because if Dongnea is anything like other Korean BBQ restaurants (although at this point they seem to be the opposite of one), you get charged for leftovers.

Conclusion: somehow Dongnea Bangnea does everything wrong. Like literally everything.

Dongnea Bangnea
3042 Oakcliff Rd
Atlanta, GA
30340
(770) 458-1552

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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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