After the Halloween extravaganza that Boyfriend and I hosted—the only course of action was to grab some breakfast and go back to sleep. But true to self, waffle house, ihop, and even Ria’s Bluebird just would not do. I turned to my handy dandy UrbanSpoon tool to help me pick a restaurant for Sunday Brunch.
Parish!! I didn’t know they served my favorite meal of the day and now I had an excellent excuse to go!
Located on North Highland Ave in Inman Park, Parish is a bit of Louisiana in Atlanta. The rustic French décor and authentic New Orleans jazz made me smile. And after taking our drink orders, our server brought over their version of dinner rolls—beignets. I think I reached a state of love at that moment, but the love didn’t last through the meal.
The menu looked delicious with dishes ranging from basic American Breakfast of eggs, bacon and potatoes to Brandy Milk Pain Perdu a house brioche, brandy custard, whipped creole cream cheese, candied pecans and local preserves. But I have to say that brunch was only so-so. The “Egg Boudreaux” (crab cakes and poached eggs with a spicy creole sauce) was delicious, but the potatoes, though well seasoned, were completely overcooked.
I’m going to give them the benefit of the doubt and assume that it wasn’t a regular thing. We were among the first guests that morning, but toward the end of our meal the crowd started to trickle in. I noticed a lot of people going downstairs to the market, so of course I decided to tour that on the way out.
THAT’S WHERE ALL THE PEOPLE WERE! The Market was packed. To the left of the stairs, the to-go counter had a long check out line, as did the coffee bar to the right. And the aromas coming from the open kitchen behind the to-go counter made me hungry all over again! The chalkboards named items that I weren’t on the regular menu upstairs and it made me want to give Parish another try.
In front of the coffee bar, there is a big picnic table where everyone ate cafeteria style. Around that were random items for purchase like tea, olive oil, chocolate, fruit and cookbooks. I loved it! And I saw why other people did too. I know now that next time I visit Parish, I’ll head straight to the market and claim a seat at the big table.