Atlanta: Son's Place

Son's Place is in Inman Park, one of the classy in-fill areas near downtown Atlanta. Son is the son of a famous purveyor of fried chicken, collards, cabbage and banana pudding, but the Dad is gone now and Son's Place is where you go. Chef Pickle can explain the details.

The meatloaf is great, the fried chicken pretty good (maybe a bit too deep fried for Plotnik), and the banana pudding is through the roof. Note that pancake-like cornbread -- delicious and not ponderous. To tell the truth, the cornbread and everything else would have been better if it were a little warmer.



You can see that big brass bell next to Son's cash register -- the counter man says "Now, you be sure to tell Son you're from San Francisco," so that's what Plotnik does. Ten minutes later, as Plot, Duck and PP are eating their chicken and meatloaf, Son CLANGS that brass bell and yells "TODAY WE'VE GOT ALL THE WAY FROM SAN FRANCISCO DOUGLAS AND BARBARA WE'RE SO HAPPY TO HAVE YOU!" and everybody sort of looks up from their grits and one or two people clap once or twice and then it's back to the feedbag. Son many be a better showman than chicken frier, though it was all very tasty.



Meanwhile, it's a pleasure to be back in JJ-aka-PP's house in Eastlake.



Saint Plotnikians forget just how green the South can be. We don't have any of these trees -- oaks, maples, pecans and sweet gums. Cardinals swarm the bird feeders to be chased off by Atlanta thrashers.



And yes, NotThat, there is a Santa Claus and his name is Don Nelson. Good-o on the Warriors.