Writing about Atlanta makes me want to listen to Outkast; but the soundtrack of the weekend was decidedly less hip hop and more Appalachian. I mean, who doesn't revel in some bluegrass along with your martini?
Despite the disconnect between fancy cocktails and homespun bluegrass, Atlanta is definitely a place where the two can seamlessly come together to make sure everyone is comfortable; thus the true definition of southern hospitality.
We started the evening with a proper martini - gin, up, twist (lime that is). Wonderful - a drink while comfortably lounging on the couch and chatting.
The next martini was an original: the Miller Thyme. Please do not confuse this with a beer. This was a thoughtful beverage, beginning with the chilled glass (thank you for the stem!) and a wonderful garnish (no stem!). Allow the fusion of Miller's gin, fresh lemon juice, and a simple syrup infused with thyme. This drink is tart, sweet, and places the gin on a pedestal, where it belongs. Garnished with a pinch of thyme the Miller Thyme provides a nice lift to the palate and a smooth transition into the meal.
Miller Union is in an unassuming building tucked in a corner surrounded by warehouses and a dance club. The restaurant should be pleased with its food offerings - we shared three entree options and a few wonderful sides as well. Excellent meal accompanied by an excellent Chateauneuf-du-Pape.
9 - good job, Atl.
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