Showing posts with label Peachtree Hills. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peachtree Hills. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Paul's fails to please


When the B.F. asked which restaurant I’d like to dine at on my birthday, I rattled off a novella-long list of area hot-spots I’d yet to try, and left the final decision up to him. My requirements for my birthday dinner were simple. Good food and great wine. I was pleased that the B.F. chose the restaurant of local restaurant guru Paul Albrecht, Paul’s. Though Paul’s has been nestled back in Peachtree Hills for a few years, I had yet to try it. Former co-founder of Buckhead Life Restaurant Group, Albrecht has been involved with many of my favorite local restaurants, so I was anxious and excited to see what his namesake spot had in store.

Upon entrance, I felt immediately awkward for being totally overdressed for the restaurant. I didn’t expect white coats and top hats, but I certainly wasn’t expecting a Jay Leno wannabe in a denim-on-denim getup with white sneakers either. Given Albrecht’s hand in opening some of the cities sexiest restaurants, I was expecting more.

We started our meal with a bottle of red, per usual, and the All White Lump Crab Cake from the Small Plates portion of the menu. The cake was perfection, with moist and flaky bunches of crab and crispy cake served with sautéed spinach and calypso butter. I noted that I could’ve just eaten that for dinner and been content, flavor-wise. My only beef was that it was $15 for one measly crab cake! I understand it was from the Small Plates section, I just wish it had a smaller price as well.

While perusing the menu for my entrée choice, I was skeptical of finding something I’d enjoy. Though I like to eat and write about eating, I’m not super-adventurous when it comes to eating and I wanted my quarter-century birthday meal to be nothing but amazing. With menu items like Pan Seared Calf’s Liver (yuck) and Grilled Vegetable Tofu (no thanks) I feared I had made a mistake by including Paul’s on my restaurant list. Seeking less-exotic fare, I stuck with the tried and true meat and potatoes route and chose the Filet Mignon, served with rosemary rosette potatoes, crispy onion rings and jumbo asparagus, all in a red wine reduction. My filet was nothing short of delectable. It was cooked to perfection and a generous size, and the classic steakhouse sides were a welcomed accompaniment. I honestly couldn’t have been happier.

The B.F. was not as pleased, and not without merit. I tried several bites of his Hickory Short Smoked Pork Tenderloin and honestly, it tasted like my mother’s ham she used to serve on Sundays. And that’s not a compliment (sorry Mama!). I cook pork tenderloin about once a week at home, and even mine is better than this! I think the B.F. chooses his entrees based on the sides it’s served with, and with high hopes for the macaroni and cheese and collard greens, we were left disappointed. While both might’ve been delicious if served warm, we wound up eating gooey, congealed and cold mac and cheese and disgusting, limp collard greens.

I felt bad (but not too bad) that the B.F’s dinner was gross while mine was great, so I was hoping the dessert would help save the evening. I’m not hard to please in terms of dessert. You could drizzle chocolate over mayonnaise (my absolute most-hated food item) and I would eat it. So I’m not the most objective source. The dessert was good, but forgettable. It was some sort of tiramisu (my favorite food ever) and cheesecake (my second-favorite food ever). With a combo like that, I was expecting greatness. It wasn’t.

I don’t think I’ll go back to Paul’s. While the crab cake we started with was delicious, a $15 appetizer doesn’t redeem the other aspects of the meal. The restaurant has a major identity crisis, with too much going on menu-wise. I’m a believer in sticking with a common element and making it perfect, and with selections ranging from Crispy Sweetbreads and Sage Prosciutto to Vegetable Tortellonis to sushi, Paul’s is far from perfection. Service-wise, everything was great, although the B.F. was a little peeved they forgot it was my birthday (apparently he asked that they make note of it when he made the reservation.)

As we were leaving, I took it all in. The rooftop patio, the neighborhood feel, the old men sipping scotch at the bar, the piano in the corner. I guess I can learn to appreciate Paul’s for what it is—a second-rate version of Hal’s.


~Blair Branch

Paul's is located at 10 Kings Circle in Peachtree Hills.
Paul's is open daily for lunch and dinner and on Sunday for brunch.
404.231.4710

Monday, November 16, 2009

Treehouse in Peachtree Hills is the spot for a comfy, casual date

Tucked away in Peachtree Hills, Treehouse Restaurant and Pub has long been my go-to spot for Sunday brunch. The eggs benedict are delish and the mimosas rid me of any hangover symptoms. But lately I’ve been pleasantly surprised to find that Treehouse is no one-trick pony. The dinner menu is also sure to please.

After a work happy hour recently, the B.F. and I were in search of some place casual but tasty to grab a bite to eat. Having been a longtime fan of their crab and artichoke dips, I suggested this cozy spot.

The bar area was crowded for a Wednesday, though it wouldn’t take much to fill the space (it’s about the size of my bathroom.) We sat downstairs in a spacious booth, next to the fireplace. It was a bit noisy with the combination of the heavy rain and Treehouse’s tin roof, but that’s all part of the atmosphere.

We started the meal with the crab dip—warm and meaty and served with tortilla chips. For dinner I was torn between the salmon entrée and the creamy Treehouse pasta. In the end the comfort food won, and the Treehouse pasta didn’t disappoint.

Drenched in a tomato cream sauce, this penne pasta with spicy grilled chicken is the ultimate dish for a rainy, cold night. I added a side of their hand-cut fries to share with the B.F. and left with my belly full and leftovers for lunch the next day.

The B.F. settled on the jerk chicken breast, served with black beans and rice and fried plantains. The chicken was juicy and tender, with a fair amount of jerk rub. I’m not a huge fan of jerk seasoning but even I had a few bites of this dish. His portion was huge as well, leaving him with lunch for the following day too.

For those not in the mood for an entree, the burgers at Treehouse are some of Atlanta’s best, and their California chicken sandwich, served with guacamole and jalapenos, should not be missed.

Prices at Treehouse are reasonable, ranging from around $7 for appetizers to around $15 for entrees. Desserts are all under $5 and the flourless chocolate cake is worth a trip alone.

Serving a variety of salads, sandwiches, entrees and even pizzas, Treehouse makes for an ideal date night, as the expansive menu is sure to have something to please even the most finicky of diners. Treehouse also has a decent selection of wine and beers, plus a full bar. In the spring and summer the patio is the ultimate spot to sit back and enjoy the weather, and they even let you bring your pooch.

Treehouse maintains a neighborhood bar/restaurant feel despite it’s location less than a mile from busy Peachtree Street and is the ultimate casual, come-as-you-are dinner spot.

~Blair Branch

Treehouse is located at 7 Kings Circle Atlanta, GA 30305
404-266-2732

Treehouse is open daily for lunch and dinner and features brunch on Saturday and Sunday from 11 am to 3 pm.