Kevin Rathbun Steak is a must-try while in Atlanta. I just returned from a work trip where once again, I was without my partner in crime for another good meal. (JB if you are reading this…I’m sorry to rub it in!).
The bread basketcame out and I knew I was in for a treat. I love when you get the fresh churned butter with a sprinkling of salt flakes on top, not to mention the deliciously garlic crusted bread selection. I sipped (more like downed) a St. G and soda with a splash of champagne and channeled my hubby, ordering oysters on the half-shell to start. Lucky for me, my colleagues felt it appropriate to share apps, so I sampled some really fresh escargot and some equally divine Ahi Tuna Poke. Just when you think you’ve just about had it with the tuna tartare’s… this one raised the bar all the way back up with a soy syrup, pine nuts and a wasabi mayo!
Because you always crave some greenery during travel (frequenting restaurants and grabbing food on the go), we split the Mixed Beet Salad amongst the three of us, savoring the goat cheese, candied pecans and red and yellow beets.
Torn between the Halibut and a Dry-Aged Ribeye, my colleague and I decided to split both. While the steak was cooked to a perfect medium rare, the halibut left a bit to be desired. I was so glad I went with my gut and tried the steak, at a place known for just that, but thought that the fish was a bit too fussy. Since it’s such a meaty fillet naturally, I didn’t think it needed the lemon aioli, the herbed crust and the overly browned chorizo and fingerlings.
(sides of mac ‘n cheese and pole beans were brought out, but I don’t know that we bothered much with those).
Maybe it was the above-average fare, or maybe I was feeling my oats but I felt so inclined to order a glass of scotch after my meal. I’m not what you’d call well-traveled when it comes to whiskeys so I defaulted to my safe bet – Macallan’s 12 or 18 year. My colleague jumped in to save me and requested we try the high-octane but super smooth scotch whiskey Oban. Even with three cubes of ice, I still breathed a bit of fire and conjured up old memories of my Grandpa Doug having a drink of Glenlivet after work.
Had it not been for dessert, I would’ve ranked this meal at steady five out of ten despite a fabulous atmosphere and good company. But the icing on the cake took the form of a homemade ice cream scoop dipped in chocolate, drench in caramel and sea salt. Thank goodness I only had a golf-ball sized serving because I was tapped out by the richness.
Don’t despair when navigating to find this gem. It’s in an up-and-coming neighborhood lined with warehouses and bungalows that mimics Haight Ashbury more than the dirty south. The industrial chic vibe inside (with stacked wood walls and low mood lighting) was punctuated by the urban landscape outside – the walkway lined with beds of fresh potted herbs for your evening’s dinner. Try it out – I’m pretty sure it’ll be Outback any day!