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So in appreciation of all the time energy and MONEY we spent on their marriage, my son and his wife invited us, the parents, to have brunch with them at the Georgian Terrace. I was overly excited,it has been somewhere I wanted to go since I moved to Georgia. The Georgian Terrace is on of Atlanta’s Historic sites first opening it’s doors in 1911. I knew we would be in for a treat…..but all that glitters ain’t gold.

We were to have lunch at their restaurant/bar …The Livingston. It was beautiful….historic with a modern flare

But that was where all the glitter started to lose it’s shine. I still don’t know our waiters name but let’s just say he left a lot to be desired. I was excited to see on the menu ( view Menu)Sweet Potato Donuts ( anyone that knows me knows that anything with sweet potato as an ingredient is going to be on my radar). We placed an order for the donuts to start with our teas and coffee and then ordered our brunch. There were 2 orders of the Livingston Omelet, 1 for the Black Truffle Omelet, 1 Double Cheeseburger, 1 Mini Quiche Lorraine and 1 Chicken Monte Crisco.






Now the presentations were nice but the tastes fell short. The sweet potato donuts were okay as a yeast donut but wasn’t enough sweet potato for it to carry it as a main ingredient. The omelet that my husband and son had both tasted way too salty. My son’s father-in-law’s double cheeseburger was over cooked ( actually he said it was burned along the edges) and his mother-in-law felt her quiche was just “alright”. As for me and my Chicken Monte Cristo, well, let’s just say the brioche bread was the best thing about the sandwich. It came off pretty mediocre. We all agreed that their potato products were really good. The house made waffle chips, the breakfast potatoes and the french fries were well done and very enjoyable. I really had high hopes for the meal here but my feelings were dashed. I hope it was that the chef was having a bad day but i will never know cause I’m not moved to visit them again.
Fall seven times, stand up eight.
About 2 weeks ago my girlfriend had gone to a new hangout spot and had eaten what she thought was heaven….Philly Cheese steak Egg rolls. It wasn’t enough for her to post pics of all the fun she was having( without me no less) but she decided to tag me in a challenge on social media. What? For everyone to see? How could I not accept.
Well since we were having another “snowmegaddon” here in Atlanta I decided I would treat the family to a new meal and take Miss Nykki up on her challenge.
I’ve been wanting to start a blog for some time now…..Hell I’ve been told I should start one by way too many people, if I should be totally honest about it. So here it is…..The Chef In Pearls. I think that title embodies so much of who I am today. I take great pleasure in creating food and sharing it with people, especially the ones I love. And well as for the pearls ( one of my favorite accessories I own) I love …love ….love… fashion. I think my Mom created that little demon inside me way back when. I grew up wanting to own the clothing and accessories my mother had. Fighting my younger sister over which pieces we’d play dress-up with next. We knew what it was to have custom made clothing as well as shop in large department stores. We lived life as fashionistas without ever really knowing it. It was just apart of growing up. I owe my love of cooking to my Mom, too. She was the epitome of a host. Always coking and panning the next get together. I don’t know how she did half the things she pulled off but she did it. And she’s still doing it at age 70. I am thankful for these experiences because they helped to shape….The Chef in Pearls.