It somehow came out at one gathering or another that I’d never seen Grandma’s Boy. And just like that, a Grandma’s Boy potluck was planned. Brunch and a movie. Okay, it wasn’t the worst thing ever, and I did laugh a few times, but mostly it was underwhelming. But now I’ve seen it and can stop getting harassed about it.
Brunch was awesome though:
Scramble on top of grits, a cheezy biscuit, raw garlicky kale, stuffed crescent rolls and coffee cake.
We’re pretty much potluck crazy. Since vegan brunch options are limited in Atlanta, it’s always a good choice.
In the back, biscuits, gravy, cheezy grits with sausage. In front, apples, banana waffles and, uh, another waffle type.
Two quiches, coffee cake, banana chocolate chip muffins, beverages.
My plate of goodness.
Since Boston Terriers were welcome, I brought Tak over. Slayer spent the whole time chasing her around the loft trying to hump her. One day we’re going to have to get all 4 BTs in one place. That’ll be ridiculous.
Afterwards most of us headed over to Octane which has now opened a location convenient to us. Yay!
The next potluck post has a goatse theme. Why yes, there might just be something wrong with us.
Our last meal in Seattle was a return trip to Wayward Vegan Cafe. There were too many things left behind on the menu that we hadn’t tried yet.
I got the breakfast biscuit sandwich. Who doesn’t like old school hash browns? My only complaint is that it was basically scramble on a biscuit which was kind of hard to pick up and eat. Omelet style would have been easier.
Kevin got the blintz. Some vegan blintzes in Atlanta would be awesome.
Someone got pancakes. I’m not sure who.
And we got a club sandwich to eat on the plane later. It held up pretty well. I bet it was delicious right out of the kitchen.
And that’s the end of the Seattle gorge fest.
Apparently cinnamon rolls grow on trees in Seattle. When we got to Wayward Vegan Cafe they had a whole pan of these things sitting right next to the register where you order. Really? How the hell can you avoid ordering that when it’s staring at you like that? The answer is, you can’t.
Hillbilly Omelet: filled with sausage and hash browns, covered with gravy, deep fried potatoes on the side. Oooof.
Kevin got Seitan on a Shingle:
Jared models his Country Fried Steak:
Beth displays her French Toast:
Kevin offers up his grits:
And here is Taylor molesting his burrito, not sure which one.
We needed a lazy Saturday this week. Enjoying brunch at an outdoor table while leisurely chatting with friends seemed like a good idea. Saba is not even vegetarian but they do have some vegan options for brunch, lunch and dinner. So we headed to their Emory Village location. I’m a fan of their tofu scramble. Crispy fried tofu covered in nutritional yeast with lots of vegetables. All that broccoli means it’s healthy, right? They also have a vegan french toast option that’s a rarity around here.
Afterwards, we wandered around the corner to Steady Hand Pour House for coffee. And more patio settin’. That there was a perfect soy cappuccino. Kevin had a mocha made with artisan chocolate made for them by Sugar-coated Radical. This batch had ginger and peppercorns. The mocha was good, but I prefer a little more coffee in my coffee so I usually go with a cappuccino.
Dang it, I feel so bad I haven’t been able to get around and visit more VeganMofo blogs. Today I’m definitely going to try to do a little poking around to see what’s up.
Atlanta’s vegan brunch options are definitely limited. Sometimes you need a place that vegans and omnivores alike can be happy. Stone Soup Kitchen can take care of everyone. Kevin and I even go there every once in a while just the two of us.
I usually get the Tofu Rancheros. Beans, tortillas, tofu, a bit if spicy. Yum!
Kevin got the blueberry cornmeal pancakes. I think he likes Soul Vegetarian pancakes better, but I like the cornmeal. They do have Earth Balance and soy milk for coffee, just ask.
Our flight was at 2pm so most brunch options would be cutting it too close. The Organic Grill‘s brunch started at 10 and was pretty close by so we decided to try that. It’s not a vegan restaurant, but there were plenty of options. I got the tofu rancheros. I was completely happy with this. Right amount of food. Very satisfying.
Okay, so we might have gotten 3 breakfasts between the two of us. *blort* Kevin wanted the blueberry slamcakes. And he was glad we’d ordered an extra thing. The pancakes were pretty small and he didn’t love the scramble. I liked the pancakes but if you’re starving it might not be enough food.
The other thing that intrigued us was their tofu omelette. They really hype it up on the menu. And what could be bad about tofu stuffed with vegan cheese and veggies. We’re pretty sure they’re using Daiya cheese too. It was huge, like almost burrito sized. They seem to shred the tofu and maybe mix it with little batter to make it into an omelette shape. The Daiya really made it though.
After this, we walked around the corner to get falafels from Mamoun’s since Kevin hadn’t had them yet. We ate them later on the plane. Kevin wasn’t impressed. I still think they’re pretty good but not necessarily the best I’ve ever had.
Saturday after the wedding was another day of a ridiculous amount of eating. It started out innocently enough. We knew we were going to meet a bunch of folks for brunch at Counter around noon. But both of us are early risers and weren’t going to make it all the way ’til noon. So we went by Cafe Pedlar for coffee again and then got bagels.
Then later we headed over to Counter to meet up with a ton of people. We basically took over the back of the restaurant.
Now, I’ll give them a break on the service since we were such a huge group and arrived in waves. But again the food wasn’t worth the hype. I got the tofu scramble. It’s mostly up under the toast. I will say the potatoes were awesome. Nice crisp on them, soft inside. The tofu scramble was bland and uninteresting. How do you mess up tofu scramble? You can make it an infinite number of tasty ways. It’s inexcusable really.
Kevin thought his french toast was pretty good. But there should have been more of it.
Anyway, my overall impression from my two visits to Counter is that it isn’t worth the hype.
After brunch, we grabbed the rented evening clothes and headed downtown to return them. I’m glad I went with Kevin because I was able to see Trinity Church Cemetery.
Oh, we’re not done eating yet. Coming up, pizza and Veggie Conquest!
Friday morning we had breakfast at Atlas Cafe again. Hey, at least we tried different things, right?
This time I decided to try a savory crepe, the vegan unchicken crepe. I’m not sure what they use for the chicken, but I think it was one of the standards you can get in a grocery store. The salad was a nice touch. My only complaint is that the tomato stuff inside had little or no flavoring.
Oh, whoops. I guess I also got a blueberry muffin. Vegan Treats, I think.
I can’t remember what Kevin got. Looks like some kind of deli slices on there.
On the way to breakfast, we spotted this. So true.
While we would have been perfectly happy going back to Harrison Street Coffee Shop for lunch Sunday, we decided to continue the standard food tour every vegan does when they visit a different city. So we went to Ipanema Cafe instead, which was right around the corner from Harrison Street.
Ipanema Cafe is in the basement of a building. Lots of exposed brick and definitely on the dark side. I can see it being a favorite of people with hangovers and vampires. The place was full when we got there, but the bar was empty so we decided to go ahead and sit there to eat. They were serving the brunch menu but while we were sitting there we could see the dinner menu posted on the wall and spent some time drooling over those options and wishing we could come back for dinner.
I ordered The Rubi (Tempeh Benedict) – smoky grilled tempeh resting on homemade english muffin, sautéed spinach, mushrooms, onions and marinated tomato. Topped with a vegan citrus béarnaise sauce. The tempeh was packed with flavor and sliced thin. Baked, I think. Everything else complemented it well. It was definitely a winner. It also came with sweet potato hash and fresh fruit. Here is a blurry picture thanks to the fact that my camera only focuses when it feels like it. I’m sure someone on some blog will make a snarky post about crappy food porn pics. That person can bite it.
Kevin got the French Toast with Warm Apple Compote – Billy Bread dipped in sweet apple sauce batter and griddled. It was good, but apparently didn’t come close to touching the french toast at Pick Me Up Cafe in Chicago.
The girl at Harrison Street said we HAD to get a piece of pie at Ipanema. Just as we were getting ready to ask about that, the bartender came out with a free piece of blueberry pie for us since we were from out of town. How cool was that? It had a shortbread crust with a tasty, crunchy streusel on top. It was really good, but the baker in me is always thinking of things I’d do differently. Can’t help it.
I don’t know what we’re going to do about food today. Harrison Street and Panda Veg are both closed. Time to hit up Happy Cow!