by Elyse Peyer on This place was the highlight of my trip to ATL. Seriously, an Atlanta MUST! Get there early for a lower cover and to get a parking spot in their lot around back. Be advised that Tuesday is karaoke night and Thursday is live music night...the strippers still strip, but if you're like me and you prefer kitschy stripper music, try a different night of the week. The girls here run the gamut of scary looking and super pretty.....but they're all really great, awesome, and friendly. The owner of the bar is a really cool lady, too. No beer on tap.
by Darlene Schreur on I read somewhere that "zahav" means "gold" in Hebrew. I dined here during Restaurant Week, and it was -- without a doubt -- the best and most memorable dining experience I had in the three years I have been participating in RW. The setting is magical with all the windows overlooking Positano Coast and the Ritz.. The food was sublime and the wait staff was attentive yet not obtrusive or overbearing. The wait staff uniforms are interesting: it closely resembles what I see the Israeli Defense Forces wearing. Our meal began with a salatim (a selection of eight salads: chickpeas, beets, pickled radishes, sauteed carrots, etc), a huge plate of humus and an oversized just-out-of-the-oven laffa. First course consisted of two dishes each person: we ordered fried Cypriotic sheeps milk cheese, fried cauliflower (featured in Esquire magazine; with chive, dill, mint, and garlic), burmuelos (leek and mint fritters/croquettes), and roasted chicken freeka. For the main course, I ordered "The Bulgarian" (a small plate of ground beef, lamb, cumin, rice and beans) and my friend ordered "The Sabra" (young chicken, soumac onions, and Israeli cous cous). For dessert, I had cashew baklavah with argan ice cream (argan is a nut from Morroco) and he ordered "New School" Konafi (chocolate, pistachhios, and lebaneh -- yogurt -- ice cream). We decided to splurge and order drinks with our meals: I had a lemonnana (bourbon, muddled mint, lemon, and verbena) -- my amateur taste buds registered it as an Israeli mojito substitutting the rum for bourbon. Again, it was a sublime experience -- probably the best Restaurant Week experience in my three years here. For the amount of food we had, it was certainly a good value!
by Linda N. on Friend: Hey, what's up with tomorrow? Me: What do you mean? What's going on tomorrow? Friend: The Yeah Yeah Yeahs show is tomorrow, isn't it? Me: Oh!! I am a dummy! I'm going to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs tomorrow! _____________________________________ *Group of 4 asks Rodger and Hana: "Hey, sorry guys, could you scooch just a bit and make room for these two girls? They don't need that much room!" I should have told them to go suck a big fat one right then and there. 2 minutes later *clunk clunk* As I felt a nudge, I looked down at my feet and see a girl who had fallen from the standing level above me. We help stand her back up on her feet and lift her back to her level. As I look up, I see her and her friends still drunk and drugged up on whatever they were on (because I think 90% of people in L.A. are on something, okay okay, too high? 89%) and smiling! Her friends didn't even gasp and ask how she was. I was getting down with Karen O, and boom! I feel a someone crash onto me again. I look at my feet and all I see is hair. We pick this hairball up and under her was the same girl that fell on me the first time. We push their asses back to where they were and again, ALL SMILES. I don't know what they were on, but keep it away from me. I looked back to check if they were still there 10 minutes later but they were gone. I hope they went to find level ground and they aren't smiling still.
