Tag: Soul Food
Chef Baul, personal chef to Cardi B, to open an all-day breakfast spot downtown
Chef Bryant “Baul” Williams, personal chef to rappers like Cardi B. and Offset, and formerly Lil Baby, Migos, and 2 Chainz, is bringing his soul food to the public. He opened takeout spot Binky’s in Five Points Plaza in April and plans to bring an all-day breakfast and brunch restaurant called Betty Sue’s to the area (30 Marietta Street) by summer’s end.
Busy Bee Cafe earns a James Beard Classics Award
The James Beard Foundation awarded Atlanta's historic Busy Bee Cafe with a 2022 America's Classics Award. The award is given to "locally owned restaurants that have timeless appeal and are beloved regionally for quality food that reflects the character of its community."
Twisted Soul Cookhouse & Pours
Everything about Chef Deborah VanTrece, whose personality is the clear inspiration behind her restaurant’s name, is original.
The Christiane Chronicles: My reservation with reservations, plus Atlanta’s best soul food
Really, I don’t mind waiting for a table. It’s part of the experience, and one can learn a lot about a place by just showing up. Plus, where to go to feast on smothered chicken, pork neck bones, turkey wings, and oxtail buried in gravy.
Fried Chicken: Busy Bee
The intoxicating aroma of this soul food institution’s signature dish hits you before you’re even halfway to the front door. With a featherlight crust that flakes onto the table and into your lap, and flesh as juicy as potlikker, this chicken is as hallowed as the restaurant itself, which opened in 1947.
Derivation of Dirty South
“What chu know about the Dirty South?” Aside from being a track and infectious refrain on Goodie Mob’s 1995 debut "Soul Food," the term has devolved in spelling (Durty Souf?) and evolved wildly in connotation.
Empire State South
How do you describe Southern food? Pursuing that answer is as much the daydreamer's indulgence as the academic's conundrum. It’s a workman’s meal of sugarless, butter-smeared cornbread, swiped through a bowl of potlikker and crumbled into the mouth. It’s an antebellum fever dream: she-crab soup, shad stuffed with roe, and the sherry-soaked dessert called tipsy squire consumed using weighty silverware on snowy linens. And it is, of course, an unconquerable buffet of fried chicken, fried green tomatoes, baked ham, candied yams, black-eyed peas, and small plastic bowls filled with peach cobbler sweet enough to give you the sugar jitters.