It’s no secret that I’m obsessed with The Food Network. One of the biggest bummers of my life has been not having the it during the last couple of months, and sometimes I binge on the shows I love on Netflix. Everytime I visit Casey I only watch The Food Network and it makes me so happy. I’m really excited that in the new apartment I will finally have it back.
I’m particularly obsessed with Diner, Drive-ins, and Dives with Guy Fieri. No, really. Whenever someone asks me to “just find someplace to each”, I immediately search for whatever-city-we’re-in followed by “Diners drive-ins and dives.” Sometimes, it works, but sometimes it doesn’t.
On a recent visit to Atlanta, it didn’t work. So I tried searching for “Atlanta, GA Food network brunch” and a couple options came up, including The Buttermilk Kitchen. After seeing what aligned with the route we were taking, we took the plunge and decided we were going there for breakfast. Well, we got there around 9.30 AM on Sunday and there was a 40 minute wait. To make it even crazier, the folks who got there 5 minutes after us were being told it was over an hour wait! Yikes! While Casey and I are normally apprehensive about waiting at restaurants but people all around we waiting and talking about how worthwhile it was, so okay, we’ll wait.
Their breakfast menu was pretty intense but simple at the same time. Frankly, that description applies to the whole experience. I was really impressed by the restaurant and would definitely return.
I went for the Chicken Biscuit. The menu describes it as a “friend chicken breast on a biscuit with housemade red pepper jelly served with pimento cheese grits and house pickles.”
Casey got a fullstack of Buttermilk Pancakes, which the menu describes as “pure maple syrup, house butter.”
I have to say: this is some of the best breakfast I’ve ever had in my life. The chicken was cooked and breaded so perfect. The biscuit was seasoned perfect. While I don’t normally like pepper jelly, this meal just worked so beautifully. I didn’t touch the pickles at all because I don’t like pickles. I was never into grits, but the more time I spend in the south, the more I can say cheesy grits are growing on me.
Casey’s full stack of pancakes were so many that he ended up taking one of them home, which I ended up eating for second breakfast later that day. (I swear by second breakfast, guys.) It was the fluffiest pancake I’ve ever had in my entire life, even though I was eating it hours after we had taken it home.
I strongly recommend visiting the Buttermilk Kitchen if you’re ever looking for brunch in the Atlanta area.
Emilie is a data engineer by day and lifestyle blogger by night. A Jersey girl at heart, she is currently living in her fifth home in three years, Savannah, GA with her college sweetheart. She’s learned the hard way that home is wherever the Army sends them. She enjoys eating food, cuddling with her dog, and binge watching HGTV.