As background for my Swedish readers, The Colonnade is an Atlanta institution located on Cheshire Bridge Road*. The restaurant serves food indigenous to the American south. This can include such disgusting dishes as collard greens and okra, however a limited number of southern foods are fit for human consumption.

the first colonnade trip

Fuck. The Colonnade is not in the GPS, therefore I can’t go. Never mind, a cracka needs to learn to spell is all. I turn right after 300 yards into a fucking monsoon**. Eventually, I manage to meet The Republican, The Photographer, Mizzo, and Deezy for dinner at The Colonnade. I order and consume some type of fried fish. What kind is irrelevant***, after getting battered and fried it all tastes the same anyway. I choose macaroni and cheese as a side, which is stellar. My other side was sweet potato fries. They are most excellent.

colonnade trip number two

On my second trip to The Colonnade, I get fucking nuts and request some other type of fried fish. Again, the fish and sides are mighty tasty.

the point

The Colonnade is recommended. However, the institution is full of geezers. Also, keep in mind The Colonnade is stuck in 1952 and does NOT accept credit cards. Apparently they had this strange thing called cash back then and that is the only way to pay.

notes:

* Which alert readers will recognize as THE Atlanta porn destination.
** Relevant because Atlantans can NOT drive in the rain.
*** Except for catfish, which are not ingurgitated by me, because they eat shit.