Dear You,
Happy Slightly Belated Bastille Day.
Love,
Us
...
Oh, you’re still here. Expecting something more. Fine.
Here’s Café M. Rouge Bar & Bistro, a new Mediterranean spot that feels an awful lot like a French spot, soft-open for lunch now in South Buckhead.
This place was built from the bones of a couple local institutions, so you’ll feel right at home.
For one, it’s in the old Café Intermezzo spot on Peachtree. For two, the owner saved a bunch of stuff from a Dante’s Down the Hatch auction. Old street lamps. Giant wooden doors. Part of a metal balcony that’s now a wineglass holder. (Sadly, no live alligators.)
They’re open now, and you’re hungry now. So if it’s a working lunch, grab a quick turkey club croissan’wich at the bar. But it’d be a lot better if you had some time to kill. Then you could sit by the open garage door and share crab-and-spinach fondue with a good listener.
Then, in couple weeks when dinner and drinks start, return for pots of white wine mussels and cognac-based, sugar-rimmed Southern French Connections on the covered back patio. Just watch out for the giant tree poking out of it.
The patio, not the cocktail.
Happy Slightly Belated Bastille Day.
Love,
Us
...
Oh, you’re still here. Expecting something more. Fine.
Here’s Café M. Rouge Bar & Bistro, a new Mediterranean spot that feels an awful lot like a French spot, soft-open for lunch now in South Buckhead.
This place was built from the bones of a couple local institutions, so you’ll feel right at home.
For one, it’s in the old Café Intermezzo spot on Peachtree. For two, the owner saved a bunch of stuff from a Dante’s Down the Hatch auction. Old street lamps. Giant wooden doors. Part of a metal balcony that’s now a wineglass holder. (Sadly, no live alligators.)
They’re open now, and you’re hungry now. So if it’s a working lunch, grab a quick turkey club croissan’wich at the bar. But it’d be a lot better if you had some time to kill. Then you could sit by the open garage door and share crab-and-spinach fondue with a good listener.
Then, in couple weeks when dinner and drinks start, return for pots of white wine mussels and cognac-based, sugar-rimmed Southern French Connections on the covered back patio. Just watch out for the giant tree poking out of it.
The patio, not the cocktail.
