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| - Note: Getaway Cafe also serves breakfast from 8:30AM to Noon, but it's only on weekends.
Believe it...or else, I've only been to Getaway Cafe a handful of times since they opened around 18 years ago (I believe this was a Fantastic Sam's hair salon before that), and Friday night marked my first visit (with Kay in tow of course) in at least 4 years. Each time I stopped in prior to the other night, I ordered the crabcake. Since then, they have stopped carrying the crabcake but have a host of other menu items to choose from including pasta, fajitas, BBQ ribs, Prime Rib, steaks, gyros, hoagies, burgers, and a brigade of different salads.
I think I remember why I always ordered the crabcake; I could never decide upon what else to get. Once again, it's a Friday night (a pre-concert meal), and I'm stuck on what to order.
Let me introduce you to The Baja Burger, a golem of ground chuck studded with diced (minced?) jalapenos. A flap of Swiss cheese acts as a cape, fried onions straws jut out like strange appendages, and a chipotle aioli (something that always makes me happy) plays the part of the lone condiment.
There's a reason why so many burgers have standard builds, and the Baja Burger is one of them.
The jalapenos and chipotle savage your tongue as you pierce the soft, succulent beef and crispy onions, punishing you for each bite, reminding you that this burger will not go meekly. A fantastic burger, its name is deceptively laid back; you're thinking The Eagles and get Guns 'n Roses instead.
The house potato chips were likely the best house potato chips that have ever been reduced to particles by my teeth. Impeccably fried, the chips were stout, never drooped, held their shape, and revealed just how wonderful starch can be. Bagged potato chips are not an easy way out anymore, are they? The mandoline has arrived and snack foods will never again be the same.
Kay, like me, hadn't the faintest idea what to order either, so I suggested a dish my mother ordered the last time I was here, one that I recalled sampling fondly: The Peachtree Peach.
And it is so exquisitely Southern. A boneless chicken breast gets an egg wash. After being sauteed, it is deglazed with Georgia peach schnapps and is accompanied by peach slices. Kay, a Southern girl at heart, adored it for it is as tender and sweet as she is. She liked it so much, she started singing this POTUSA song, giggling all the while...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvcohzJvviQ
Here comes the missing star: Instant mashed potatoes. We both tasted 'em.
All is forgiven when we shared a mammoth slice of their Towering Carrot Cake. Sour, yet sugary in terms of frosting; thick and carrot-riddled in body; unfathomably indulgent overall, a tandem assault wasn't enough to bring down this ultimate example of a classic dessert. Concede we did, calling for the styrofoam container with a quarter of it left.
And how could I forget our appetizer? They call it Baked Feta. It's a pile of feta logs wrapped in a phyllo dough and...errr...baked like Shaggy after a rough night in the Mystery Machine. It's amazing how the bitter feta cheese takes on a lighter, more savory flavor and creamier mouthfeel after spending time in a hot oven. Lemon wedges and kalamata olives tag along. The marinara dipping sauce had more sass than Nell Carter at church in her Sunday best. God bless her by the way. I miss her and her show. Tangents be damned...
What to say about the atmosphere and decor? "Quaint" might be an apt descriptor. Add "congenial" to the mix as well. Our server Marlene missed not a beat and like the best big sister we never knew, she made sure we didn't forget the rest of our carrot cake, which we almost did (Clutch on our brains...). The bar area in particular looks like it once served as a set for a sitcom.
Getaway Cafe is even better than I remembered it being. It's just a damn shame about those mashed potatoes. Nevertheless, I hope that they're still in the business of making tasty food in 2029 and that business is good.
Come...errr...Getaway!.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14go0BXoOq8
Wait, this ain't the Smiling Moose, but you dig, right?
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