Tag: Cakes & Ale

You'll find wood-roasted trout and duck roulade on the menu at the Deer and the Dove, the new restaurant from Terry Koval that replaced Cakes & Ale in Decatur. You can also grab a wood-fired bagel from B-Side next door.

Wrecking Bar’s Terry Koval and Farm Burger's George Frangos aim to uphold the reputation of the Decatur Square space with their new restaurant, the Deer & the Dove.

Looking beyond such fanfare as the opening of Tiny Lou’s and the rise of fast-casual everything, what else happened in the food world this year—and what does it say about Atlanta? We received a few snubs on the national stage, which might suggest that our dining scene is faltering. It could also be that we’re currently stewing on our most promising culinary ideas and talent.

Cakes & Ale owners Billy and Kristin Allin announced in an email newsletter today that their much loved Decatur restaurant is shutting down.

Rosé gets all the love this time of year, as our city is baking like a pan of lasagna, but you don’t have to give up red wine when it’s hot out. Here are five easy-drinking “summer reds” to try.

Cakes & Ale's Billy Allin discusses culinary school, wine, and his least favorite ingredient.

Atlanta’s largest collective of farmers markets has launched a new series of seasonal cookbooks. In May, Community Farmers Markets released the first edition, Spring.

It’s the all-day-and-night, something-for-everyone welcome that sets Bread & Butterfly apart and makes it settle in so snugly. I kept finding reasons to drop by, even if just to drink from the short and careful list of wines that's very French and unusually well priced.

For an easy dinner at home, Billy Allin suggests open-top braising, a slow-cooking method that yields super-tender meat with minimal kitchen effort. For poultry, Allin prefers the “crocodile” method, in which he places chicken (or duck) pieces in a pan and partially covers them with liquid, leaving the tops exposed “like the backs of crocodiles floating in the water.”

The absolute worst part about my otherwise enviable job? Parking. Depending on where I go, I’m left to navigate wonky meters, spiral-of-death garages (Empire State South), ridiculously steep terrain (Bell Street Burritos in south Buckhead), and dark, suspicious lots (basically everywhere in Little Five Points and East Atlanta).