So I am visiting the bestie in Atlanta this weekend and we wanted to chow down on Southern food. Sure I can get it in Nashville, but I do not get out much. Being a grad student is time consuming. So we first try JCT, 2 hour wait. Since my stomach was about to eat itself we made a reszzie for a different night and moved on to West Egg which was just down the street. Well let’s say this place was promising. I looked at the menu and nothing pushed 15 bucks. This budget queen was happy as a clam. Then we sit down and everyone is so excited to order their Southern favorites. Then the waiter is chipper to take our order and kindly tells the party they are out of a good portion of items on the menu. No soup, no chicken and dumplings, no this and no that. Since half the menu is basically wiped out we start to get creative with what we would like to order. Since we have the world’s largest Deviled Egg fan at the table we think maybe we could scarf down some of those while we rethink our order. Those pesky eggs are served on a platter with other Southern delicacy we just could not get behind. Thinking the waiter would be accommodating, we asked if it were possible to just order those eggs, but he just could not. The pathetic excuse we got, the computer can’t key in a special request. We ordered what we could; the food was tasty. We moved on to dessert. The banana pudding was outstanding and the red velvet cake was how it’s supposed to taste. I do not understand the red velvet cake, but I do understand the rest of the world loves it. Being adventurous we also ordered the Coca Cola cupcake to honor our meal in the ATL. Well someone else must have gotten the cupcake because our table was served a brick disguised as a cute little dessert. So the moral of this story is, West Egg needs to keep their eggs on the stove just a tad longer; no one likes runny scrambled eggs.
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