Your weekend on the Beltline:
Walk a little.
Jog a little.
Skip a little.
Eat Cuban sandwiches a little.
Play ping-pong a lot.
Sounds like Victory Sandwich Bar is finally back in town with great promises of making you things to eat and drink. It’s situated directly on the Beltline, it’s got ping-pong, and it’s slated to open tomorrow in Inman Park. (We have a slideshow for you.)
After closing their Elizabeth Street location in 2013 to make room for Inman Quarter, they’re back. They’re very back.
It’s smaller than its Decatur sibling—there’s a little bar area with a handful of seats and a chevron wall made of wood from the old location. Plus a patio and a ping-pong room. Those, too.
Make for a table outside with a group or a casual post-Beltline date and do the thing where you eat a Cuban with smoked pork, ham and fontina. It’s called a Castro, naturally.
Soon, you’ll require bourbon-spiked slushies and some well-spent time in that ping-pong room. It’s magical back there. Kind of like if Rick Moranis shrunk Wembley Stadium instead of the kids and added a wraparound drink rail and a functional gymnasium scoreboard on the wall.
Seems more manageable this way.
Walk a little.
Jog a little.
Skip a little.
Eat Cuban sandwiches a little.
Play ping-pong a lot.
Sounds like Victory Sandwich Bar is finally back in town with great promises of making you things to eat and drink. It’s situated directly on the Beltline, it’s got ping-pong, and it’s slated to open tomorrow in Inman Park. (We have a slideshow for you.)
After closing their Elizabeth Street location in 2013 to make room for Inman Quarter, they’re back. They’re very back.
It’s smaller than its Decatur sibling—there’s a little bar area with a handful of seats and a chevron wall made of wood from the old location. Plus a patio and a ping-pong room. Those, too.
Make for a table outside with a group or a casual post-Beltline date and do the thing where you eat a Cuban with smoked pork, ham and fontina. It’s called a Castro, naturally.
Soon, you’ll require bourbon-spiked slushies and some well-spent time in that ping-pong room. It’s magical back there. Kind of like if Rick Moranis shrunk Wembley Stadium instead of the kids and added a wraparound drink rail and a functional gymnasium scoreboard on the wall.
Seems more manageable this way.
