Imma tell you something you aint knowin bout yer boy; I’m a sucker for historical spots in places I ain’t never been before. Truth is there’s little sumthing bout these places that make me feel the soul of the city, how lucky I am to get to share in this shit. I was in the ATL not but a minute ago visiting my she dood. She know how yer boy like to grub and heard about this spot we had to hit up called Mary Mac’s Tea Room for some real southern soul food. I don’t know shit about tea rooms, but the thought of southern cookin had my mouth waterin, so I made sure that it was the first thing we hit up.
Mary Mac’s is right outside midtown Atlanta, still close enough to be eclipsed by all them skyscrapers but far enough out that it ain’t filled with all them smart ass muhfuckers from Georgia Tech. Actually, on the real even if they was in that mug it wouldn’t matter none, because from the minute you walk in everybody treats you like fam. The interior looks like your grams decorated that mug and it ain’t been touched in 50 years. Might be longer, this spot been open since 1945 and they got the pictures of every celebrity that walked in since then to prove it. When I think of southern comfort food this is the type of shit I wanna see; ain’t nothin wrong with bomb ass chefs reinventing shit, but when I want classics I want it from somebody that’s treating me like they nephew.
After my homegirl and I sat down our server brought us some Pot Likker Soup and bread. If you ain’t from the south and never heard of Pot Likker you ain’t alone, yer boy ain’t never heard of it neither, but after trying it I’m believer. It’s ham broth and turnip greens with some baller ass corn bread on the side. Pro tip crumble that corn bread in the broth like a boss to take that mug from a 10 to a 15. Don’t get me wrong I could eat that shit all day, but I’m Fat Phuck I had to get on southern deep fried country shit. To make sure I covered all my bases I ordered: Fried Okra, Fried Oysters, Mac and Cheese, Cheese Grits, Collard Greens, Smothered Chicken and Fried Green Tomatoes. I had my table lookin like I was hostin Thanksgiving or some shit, but on the real I got no fucks to give, because everything was unbelievable. Half the shit on the table I had never tried before, but all of it was on some bomb, outta this world, taste bud exploding, next level shit. To top all that shit off, the pies, my grams ain’t got shit on them pies. I had me the peach cobbler; I damn near blacked out from the deliciousness of that mug, had me wanting to go back there and ask the baker to marry me.
Next time I’m in the ATL, you’ll know where to find me. If you in the ATL and you haven’t hit up Mary Mac’s, I don’t what to say to you player, best get on it.