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Little 5 Points...The Haight & Ashbury, Amherst Center, Harvard Square's "Pit"- of Atlanta. If you've never been to Little 5, Haight & Ashbury, Amherst Center or Harvard Square's "Pit" then let me give you a visual: Barefoot, dreadlocks, long dresses, guitar over shoulder, paintbrush in hand, drugs in system. Surrounded by independent boutiques, tattoo parlors, restaurants and vintage stores, Little 5 Points is a great way to spend your day off. We stumbled upon The Porter, a beer bar. A bowling alley narrow bar lining the entire wall, with an outside store front lined with glazed tree-trunk tables & stools- We took a look at the menu. The beer menu. AT LEAST 10 pages of ales, stouts, and beers from countries you haven't heard of since Geography class in 5th grade. But, as close as I was to ordering a dark, coffee toffee nutty, beer, I ended up with "my usual" (You're thinking Bloody Mary) but I had a Margarita THEN a Bloody Mary. This margarita wasn't your average margarita. It was a rosemary infused grapefruit juice spiked with tequila, served in a jelly jar with a lightly salted rim & a lime. Talk about refreshment city. The rosemary was like BOOM, hello taste-buds, when I expected to struggle to taste it. It came right on through, infused into the grapefruit... Best part was, you couldn't even taste the tequila, which automatically equals trouble. Delish. I would absolutely, hands down, have another. But nope, I opted for a Bloody Mary. 
Now, I like my bloody's SPICY. but this one was different. Served in a jelly jar, garnished with pickled Okra, I took my first sip and it surprisingly, took my buds down the sweet path. Always expecting that spicy flare that I live for, I was lead to believe that celery salt was doused into this concoction. I didnt love it and I didnt hate it. The celery salt took away from the spice of any horseradish there may have been, which is a wicked bumma, because I love myself some horseradish, but I sucked it down & told myself Bloody Mary's are like people. Every single one is different. With that said, I'd take the marg over the bloody and will return for it.
Little 5 Points...The Haight & Ashbury, Amherst Center, Harvard Square's "Pit"- of Atlanta. If you've never been to Little 5, Haight & Ashbury, Amherst Center or Harvard Square's "Pit" then let me give you a visual: Barefoot, dreadlocks, long dresses, guitar over shoulder, paintbrush in hand, drugs in system. Surrounded by independent boutiques, tattoo parlors, restaurants and vintage stores, Little 5 Points is a great way to spend your day off. We stumbled upon The Porter, a beer bar. A bowling alley narrow bar lining the entire wall, with an outside store front lined with glazed tree-trunk tables & stools- We took a look at the menu. The beer menu. AT LEAST 10 pages of ales, stouts, and beers from countries you haven't heard of since Geography class in 5th grade. But, as close as I was to ordering a dark, coffee toffee nutty, beer, I ended up with "my usual" (You're thinking Bloody Mary) but I had a Margarita THEN a Bloody Mary. This margarita wasn't your average margarita. It was a rosemary infused grapefruit juice spiked with tequila, served in a jelly jar with a lightly salted rim & a lime. Talk about refreshment city. The rosemary was like BOOM, hello taste-buds, when I expected to struggle to taste it. It came right on through, infused into the grapefruit... Best part was, you couldn't even taste the tequila, which automatically equals trouble. Delish. I would absolutely, hands down, have another. But nope, I opted for a Bloody Mary. 
Now, I like my bloody's SPICY. but this one was different. Served in a jelly jar, garnished with pickled Okra, I took my first sip and it surprisingly, took my buds down the sweet path. Always expecting that spicy flare that I live for, I was lead to believe that celery salt was doused into this concoction. I didnt love it and I didnt hate it. The celery salt took away from the spice of any horseradish there may have been, which is a wicked bumma, because I love myself some horseradish, but I sucked it down & told myself Bloody Mary's are like people. Every single one is different. With that said, I'd take the marg over the bloody and will return for it.
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