4 /5 Shawn Rahman: It was upon a breezy day at the very dawn of autumn that I ventured forth to inspect this establishment’s Happy Hour, though, as with most things in modern civilization, happiness remains a theoretical promise rather than a guaranteed outcome.
The rooftop, I must say, was most interesting. Elevated above the mortal bustle, it offered a fine vantage from which one might gaze upon Buckhead and imagine oneself a baron surveying his electric kingdom. I found myself thinking it might be even lovelier at night, when the city’s lights perform their twinkling ballet, a spectacle far more reliable than the service at many a tavern.
As for the libations, the Blackberry Mule did steal my affection. I dare say it ranks among the top five cocktails I have encountered in all Atlanta and I have gallantly suffered through many in the name of research. It was spirited, well balanced and left me feeling momentarily convinced that life might yet have meaning.
Regarding nourishment, our party partook only of the Moroccan spiced lamb flatbread, which proved most decent, though small enough that one might suspect the lamb had fled halfway through preparation.
Finding the place, however, was a small adventure in itself. It lurks mysteriously behind another restaurant, as though ashamed of its own happiness. But persevere and your efforts shall be rewarded, they even validate parking, which in these trying times is the truest expression of love.
