Hello old friend…kinda

As a proud member of one of the south’s most revered and honored clubs you can only imagine my excitement at discovering the newest location of the famed, often imitated, never replicated, lip lickingly delicious…The Taco Stand.

For those of you lucky enough to know what I am talking about…Go Dawgs! For the rest of you who did not spend your glory years in the city with 97 downtown bars, made up girls in red and black dresses, drunken chants of go dawgs, and victory rings of the chapel bell, you are in for a treat.

While The Taco Stand is one of those places that will never win a culinary award for excellence, it’s combination of college hang out ambiance, beer specials, cheap margaritas, and Mexican food that’s good enough to keep you coming back, make it a land mark most Athenians, past and present, keep fond, if perhaps hazy, memories at.

10595 Old Alabama Connector, Alpharetta, GA 30022

Lucky for us I haven’t been the only one feeling the pangs of times of old. And thus the newest Taco Stand location in Alpharetta was born. This new location takes everything that was great about the Athenian Taco Stands and classes it up for the more mature post hay day crowd.

They were able to take the menu and add a slight sophistication that allows you to see and taste the familiar undertones of the original with the added maturity that a worldlier crowd demands.  To add to this they have removed the self serve aspect, added an excellent wait staff, trivia, and live music. In other words, everything required for an excellent neighborhood bar.

So next time you are looking for a good watering hole and are up in the North Point area, stop by and enjoy the familiar yet refreshingly Atlantasised taste of The Taco Stand.

 

 

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What two days start with T?

Trivia Tuesdays and Thursdays! Do you like trivia? If you are anything like me you like the idea of trivia more than actual trivia. Since coming in last place gets old pretty darn quick. Then you don’t know how to feel about yourself. I mean you can’t really feel dumb because you didn’t know what the internal temperature of a Manatee is, or which second generation ball player was the quickest to get to 300 home runs. But it doesn’t exactly make you feel good about yourself either.

Enter Tijuana Joe’s. Every Tuesday at 7:30 and Thursday at 8:00 they have trivia. What I like about them is that the questions aren’t so obscure that only trivial pursuit grand masters are able to get any questions right. Now don’t get me wrong, there are questions that leave you scratching your head and wondering who the hell would know that…well Kevin would. That’s the other great thing about Tijuana Joe’s. You have a good number of regulars that usually show up. Between them and Tom from Avalanche Entertainment. you get a great “this is my bar” type ambiance.

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What about the food you ask. Well the cheese dip and salsa are outstanding. The rest of the food is decent enough, though alone probably not enough to keep you coming back. The service is very friendly, but don’t be in a rush. They must have all learned their waiting skills in Europe’s school of “extremely relaxed, we’ll get there when we get there school of waiting”. So if your idea of a good night out is great food and great service this probably isn’t the place for you. But if you enjoy a night of great company, half drunken tomfoolery, trivia that leaves you feeling either like a winner or like “I coulda been a contender”, and great cheese dip, then this is the place for you.

So next time you have nothing to do on a Tuesday or Thursday night, swing on by Tijuana Joe’s in Sandy Springs, on Roswell Rd and try your hand at trivia.

You’ll laugh your pants off!

Improv shows are one of those things that seem to be hit or miss, the actors/comedians either fill the room with uncontrollable laughter and drink spewage or make you wonder if you can get up and leave without them noticing you and getting in a poorly contrived joke at your expense. Unfortunately, more often than not the latter is true and I leave the place feeling like I should have spent the time searching for talking animals on YouTube (the best of which is Ultimate Dog Tease). That way I would’ve gotten more laughs and wouldn’t have had to bother putting pants on.

Image courtesy of Google street view

However, I do love a good laugh and can’t help but going to new places. That’s how I ended up in downtown Atlanta, in what most would consider a hole in the wall. The staff was friendly and the crowed seemed rather enthusiastic. I found out that the earlier you get there the better. Seating is assigned on a first come first serve basis, so if you get there early enough you will enjoy the show from one of the few comfy couches instead of the movie theater style seating. And of course the earlier you get there the more time you have to drink…always a positive.

Once seated, and no I wasn’t lucky enough to get a couch, unabashed hilarity ensued. The hostess asked for suggestions which the actors would then use for their skits, ever seen the Drew Cary’s Who’s Line Is It Anyway? And for a unique, funny, and all around awesome suggestion she would even buy you a beer. Like someone suggesting that the actors found a gene and wanted to become siamese twins. To me the funniest part of the whole thing were the great impressions, from Robert De Niro and Marge Simpson as talent managers, to a hillbilly trying to feed the world with rat liquorish, to a heroin trying to rob a bank in the style of film noir. You know it’s good when you wish they wouldn’t stop and the two hours spent there felt like mere minutes. I’ll definitely be back.

So check them out. Their main cast is there on the weekends (that’s when I went) and their apprentice cast is there during the week. But check out their web page to see their schedule and plan a night of belly-aching laughter with your girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse/occasional hookup/friends/family/coworkers/random person you met on the street.

Oh yeah! The name of the place…the Whole World Theater.

Check them out here, http://wholeworldtheatre.com/wwit/

Seriously, go check them out!

Reminiscing on Atlanta – back when a city grew up

Perhaps with the passage of time events and memories grow in their significance into some type of almost mythical recollection of things that were better than they were. As southern historian, professor, and sociologist John Shelton Reed has warned us before, reminiscent southern history tends to suffer from a common pitfall – remember when. And remember when, of course, is in relation to “remember when things were better than they are now”. So as I sit down to pin this entry, I’ll do so heeding Reed’s advice.

Now with our disclaimer out of the way, I’d like you to take a walk with me down memory lane, albeit a fairly short memory lane for some of us who are approaching the comfortable confines of early middle age, back when the term “Hotlanta” was new on the scene, and the city herself was the shining star of a cosmopolitan, eccentric, electric, and finally accepted new South.

The 1990’s.

A time when Atlanta shed the trappings of old.

 An exciting decade filled with a lot of memories. Remember the original Underground Atlanta? The meatloaf at Mick’s? Remember when Houston’s was still kind of new and their “mustard honey” dressing wasn’t like anything you’d ever tasted? Did you ever taste Coca-Cola from Africa or Saudi Arabia at the original World of Coke? How about watching Neon Deion in a Falcons uniform, or seeing Georgia Tech win a national championship in the Citrus Bowl? Remember Garrison Hearst, the Dirty Birds, TLC, and the Hope Scholarship?

Yeah, all of it, the ’90’s.

The Braves, after decades of mediocrity with occasional slippage into the realm of putridity, stood up and backed up their claim to “America’s Team”, giving long suffering fans such as my father the long awaited taste of success and fulfillment only begot by ascension of a favored sports team. “Where were you when Sid slid?” and “Braves win, Braves win, Braves win” were fresh in our ears and the Tomahawk Chop became our rallying cry.

The Braves went from worst in 1990 to first in 1991 – in the NL West in those days. Though the Minnesota Twins would break our hearts and win the World Series in a classic 7 game duel that may or may not have been the best World Series ever, the loss probably pulled us together as a real fanbase more than anything else could have. We had lived, breathed, ate, slept, and cried together. Finally.

Though that magical ’91 season, and the subsequent successful years (Sid slid in the 1992 NLCS by the way – for anyone wondering) elevated Atlanta, or at least her most beloved sports team, into national prominence, there was an earlier event that set the tone for an unparalleled decade of growth that helped shape Atlanta into what she is now. On September 8, 1990, as a city, a state, and an entire region held their collective breath, in Tokyo, Japan the words “the International Olympic Committee has awarded the 1996 Olympic games…to the city of…Atlanta” rolled off a podium, through a crowd, across a world, and were instantly burned into the conscious of a city. Winning the games over Athens (Greece, not Georgia), Belgrade, Toronto, Melbourne, and Manchester touched off a flurry of emotions and a sense of final arrival after the long suffering days of red dirt poverty in the early 20th century, the buildup of a city in the middle part of the 1900’s, and rebirth in the late ’70’s and ’80’s. Slated as a dark horse and as a second-tier city by the American media, Atlanta’s bid had been successful. And the city’s identity was to forever be re-shaped as a result.

The infrastructure upgrades began immediately – then mayor Maynard Jackson brokered a deal that crafted Freedom Parkway out of Ponce de Leon to the north and Moreland Avenue to the south. New dorms to house athletes were constructed at Georgia Tech and Georgia State. Street and renewal projects spanned the city. And the University of Georgia’s venerable hedges were removed from Sanford Stadium to make room for soccer fields. Construction, destruction, and restructuring were the order of the day.

And as the world watched, an international city with a vibrant culture came to life.

Winning the Olympics meant $1.7 billion in private funded investment poured into the city. A sluggish downtown area became revitalized, and $5 billion poured into the metropolitan economy over the next decade. We were left with the $209 million Olympic stadium, now Turner Field, to finish our decade of baseball success. There were $500 million in new venues awarded to the city at no cost to the taxpayer, including the $57 million Centennial Olympic Park with her centerpiece fountain of rings. Georgia Tech got a new natatorium, Morehouse, Morris Brown, Spellman, and Clark Atlanta received major athletic facility upgrades.

But more than that, it left us, Atlantans, and as a byproduct citizens of the state of Georgia, with a sense of arrival. Billy Payne, who spearheaded the Atlanta effort to win the Olympics, and whose statue stands today in Centennial Park said it best, “winning the games is the most uplifting, prideful, beat on your chest moment Atlantans ever experienced”.

We all grew up in the ’90’s, but nothing like our city did.

It’s the start of a brand new day!

Welcome to 2 Southern Gents – a blog about all things manly and southern, with a special focus on the city of Atlanta!

I’ll take a moment here to introduce the humble bloggers behind the site. I’m Burt DeLoach and I’m a lifelong son of the rural south. World traveller? Check. Recent convert-ee to the land of steel and concrete? Check.  But also a humble devotee to Coca – Cola (preferably with a splash of good bourbon), barbeque, frat swoops, and all the genteel and not so genteel general and specified tomfoolery in which a young southern gent may engage in his dear motherland.

Manning the other oar here at our beloved blog is Gray Montgomery. Gray brings a bit of a different outlook as a native Atlantan with an endearing mongrel background combining elements of Spanish charm and flare with a sound, efficient, calculating Germanic intelligence and work ethic. Montgomery’s the guy you wanna call if you’re ever in a tight spot and need a quick way out. Besides being our resident Atlanta culture guru, he’ll bring expertise about random bits of awesometastical-ness such as firearms mastery and dutch oven cooking to the table to help create an eclectic and engaging front porch for the sharing of ideas, stories, and important social dates all proper (and improper) southern gents should know.

We’ll be blogging to you weekly from our beloved Atlanta. And live in it or out of it, love it or hate it, Atlanta enjoys a prominent place in southern lore and culture. We’ll be stepping out of our Peach State confines on a regular basis as well, and looking forward to sharing with you legends, lies, stories, steals, and deals.

So stay tuned, add us to your mix of blogs, enjoy our southern slant, and engage us and share your feedback, stories, comments, thoughts, and suggestions!

That’s all for now, but to steal a line – ya’ll come back and see us!

It’s going to be real good!