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Mike took Morris, Nichole, and myself to Six Feet Under on Sunday night, probably the coolest seafood restaurant I’ve been to since the Columbia Harbour House, where I always have the chicken strips. (Columbia Harbour House is cool because you get to sit above where people walk, and because they have chicken strips - nevermind that I was a teenager last time I dined there)

Back to the establishment at hand. Triple bonus points for decor and ambience, readers. Brightly lit Coca-Cola-sponsored signs (which are fantastic, in my book) sit above airport control tower style slanted windows (where else do you see these?). The ground floor is modern-yet-traditional-tavern - very clean-looking and lit appropriately. However, with the weather being as nice as it was, and the sheer coolness factor, we opted for the rooftop.

We were seated in the blue twilight, overlooking the gravestones of Oakland Cemetary across the street and the dome of the Capitol (due west). If our waiter had informed us that they were sold out of everything but stale corn flakes and lemonade, I think it still would have been a prime evening. The string lighting - lure floats and unmentionables with hooks dangling from their undersides - topped everything off. If this is sounding cheesy, get that notion right out of your head. This is the kind of place you wish wasn’t a 30 minute drive away. You could bring a date here for a casual outing.

Drinks all around - a beer for Mike, a watery-Mary for me (the cayenne pepper was a nice touch… I opted for a margarita for round two; your mileage may vary), and blue drinks for Morris and Nichole. The crabcakes appetizer was reportedly sublime (the pinch I had was highly crab-meaty; the accompanying steamed spinach was excellent), and the alligator bits were tasty though perhaps forgettable. Think tough little chicken nuggets.

The main course consisted of two shrimp baskets, one combo basket (shrimp, oyster, and cod), and the barbecue salmon. The fried shrimp was quite good, and the bit of Mike’s barbecue salmon I stole was exquisite. In retrospect my completely fried entre was an unimaginative choice - I suspect the more savory dishes at Six Feet Under do not come with breading. The hushpuppies were reminiscent of pound cake. Finally, as if we had not eaten all weekend, slices of apple pie were had all around. A pretty standard rendition, but good all the same.

With tip, my individual bill was $31. A bargain for two liquor’d drinks, appetizer, fried things, apple pie, spot-on service, and great company in relaxing, picturesque surroundings. If I have anything to do with it, we’re going back. Jack.

Good call, Tenant.

Six Feet Under 415 Memorial Dr SE Atlanta, GA 30312 (404) 523-6664

Photos by Morris.

Posted: Monday, August 23rd, 2004 at 11:57 pm; Category: Opinion; Comments feed: RSS 2.0.
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