|Top down, baby.|
|Is that a toupee? No, just the wind. I hope.|
Flowery Branch is just under an hour away from Atlanta. It's very tiny in terms of population, green, beautiful.
|Oh, great, NOW you tell me drugs don't work! -Flowery Branch police station.|
|Downtown Flowery Branch, hoppin on a Friday! Seriously this is it. It's 1 block long.|
Nick has opened up his own restaurant, Antebellum, in Flowery Branch. We got the behind-the-scenes tour of the restaurant and kitchen, and a private lunch (they are only open for dinner).
|Nick's restaurant, across the street from the downtown area.|
|One of the sous chef's prepping for dinner.|
Doug was pretty astonished, as you can see. Also, check out that bitchin wine opener on the right.
|Me, scouting the wine closet.|
|The dining room.|
Nick spoiled us with a special lunch. Busting out some white wine pared with the best burger I've had to date.
|Wine bucket - fancy!|
|Doug at the bar.|
|Me, doing everything in my power to not shove my face directly in to this plate.|
|Obviously we enjoyed our lunch.|
Super full after lunch but knew we had to man up for a bigger dinner, so we walked around Flowery Branch checking out the sites, stores (few antique shops with the usual crap), and bookstores. We were told to show up at 8 for dinner, which was right around sunset - very beautiful.
|Across the street from the restaurant.|
I actually flat ironed my hair this morning. What, you can't tell? The humidity continues to bestow some volume in to my limp locks. I finally understand why the rest of the country is all in to "hair products". You definitely need them down here. Hair a hot mess (literally), I'm letting it go because our skin was so dewy and moisturized the whole trip. Silver lining of humidity.
|Giving the appetizer beverage a critical taste.|
Second course: Sweet corn soup with pink peppercorn whipped cream and baby basil. This was possible our favorite dish of the night - a tiny, yet perfect cup of soup.
The third course was possibly my favorite (again). Fried green tomatoes with bacon jam, brioche, fried egg, hot sauce and a mimosa ice (to cleanse the palette). Sort of a modern, southern take on a brunch item, a bacon egg tomato sandwich with mimosas. It was divine, and the best fried green tomatoes ever.
For the main course, I chose pan seared scallops with cauliflower two ways, grilled okra, dry cured olives, baby cilantro and harissa vinaigrette. The fried okra was incredible (best okra I've had to date, again), and the cauliflower came purred and grilled - both excellent.
The Semi-Freddo, an espresso custard with cream and cookies.
The Chocolate Bread Pudding with vanilla bean ice cream and melted caramel. We're still fantasizing about this one.
Berry cobbler. Enough said.
At the end of the night after a few drinks Nick told Doug he was glad he seemed like a cool guy, because he loved his Becky and didn't want to have to kick anyone's ass that night. Doug took it in stride and smiled, and Nick and I agreed he was a good choice (Nick knew my ex's and no longer harbors a fear I'll marry one of them I guess). Likewise, Nick's wife is beautiful (and expecting!), and I can't explain how happy it makes me to see someone's dreams come true. There are some people in life that you want good things to happen to - and Nick is one of them.