Atlanta

Atlanta

Farm Burger, Vortex

It was a day off, parked up in a newly-gentrified, higher-end strip mall/ grocery store/ mall/ grocery store/ hotel spot in what I’m assuming to be a “ritzier” area of Atlanta – and I didn’t know what to do for food. I spent the majority of the day hitting up a nearby Publix (Florida-originated grocery store chain that I love) and stocking up all groceries and bits for myself when Corey mentioned “Hey dude – I found this burger place… that you’d flip over.” 

My boys know what I dig – and me and Corey have this special burger-relationship. Most of my fun gourmet outings involving Corey typically involve a delicious burger – so I knew I’d be happy come dinner time. The last chore of the day before dinner: the three axe-men of Triv needed to rehearse some acoustic songs that we’d be performing on-air the next day – so work came first.

To flash forward into the future of the next day real quickly…

I had forgotten my iPod that had my warm ups and my iPhone was being really quirky that day – so I figured… “Hey. Dio never warmed up – I shouldn’t need to!” Big mistake. 

So Cocky-Heafy sat up there all nice and tall to the microphone to start up “Built To Fall” and… “You are a cancer, spreading it’s ssqqqqqquuuueaaaakkkkk!!!! Uh… lemme start that over… You are a sqqqquuuueeeeakkkk!!!! ****. I swear this never happens.” I attempt it once more… squeaks again; I leave the room in a panic – grab Paolo’s warm ups, start sweating, start feelin’ like a fool. It’s a big deal to **** up an acoustic performance at a major radio station when them playing your single more depends on you rocking an acoustic version.

I collect my thoughts, zen out for a sec, go in and crush it. Bam. All good.

Back into the past…

Corey’s burger joint is only about a 5 second walk around the side of the hotel – and there we are: Farm Burger. It was Paolo, Corey, myself, Ken (Trivium guitar tech), and Mark (Trivium monitor engineer) seated together for dinner. Farm Burger is the kind of burger spot I am in to – hormone-free, local, well-treated hunks of delicious meat-flesh. I order at the counter: Grassfed Beef, Bacon, Sunny Side Up Egg, Pepper Jack Cheese, Salsa Verde; Farm Burger Fries (spicy garlic, herbs, parmesan); Beer Battered Onion Rings with Smoked Paprika Mayo; and the show-stopper – Fried Chicken Livers (I am a Japanese-transplanted Southerner after all). My ale was the Wild Heaven Beer from Decateur. 

The fries were covered in the perfect amount of garlic and delicious-yummy good grease. Onion rings were meaty and thick, almost more a Tempura-style covering than a flaky one. Livers – ah man… the good stuff. I’m an organ-fiend – love it. Let’s face it – most food is better with a runny-*** egg on top of it. A burger is massively upgraded when topped with one. Farm Burger’s burger doesn’t mess around – I’ve mentioned before that it is pretty difficult to say exactly what’s going on with a burger in specifics… but I can tell you this – this one is fuckin’ good. Small hints of Mexican, Tex-Mex, and  contemporary modern American-goodness. 

Due to sheer lack of responsibility and a taste for all things gluttonous and great, I finished up with a Bacon Brittle Milkshake. Hahah! This thing took the cake. Hunks of fatty, crispy, salty, slightly still-chewy bacon hunks float in this lava-thick beverage like little pork islands. I guarantee you that this thing isn’t good for you. But – when it comes to intense decadence like that drink – if I know the ingredients are from a good place, made by people who give a shit – I know it’s gonna be a treat. So freakin’ great. 

The next day after the radio performance, we hit up Vortex with Mark (our Roadrunner Radio master) and Darrin (RR GA radio rep), and the rest of the acoustic-viums for some burgers. 

I got one of their burgers that’s allegedly so hot that it warns you several times in the description, some tots, a beer – and we were full and happy. Good stuff. 

The show that night was a blast – I played extra hard to work off all that burger-meat and fried-potatoes lodged in my arteries. 

7 thoughts on “Atlanta

  1. Matt! You’re in my hometown tonight! The Vortex is decent, but metro cafe has the best chicken sandwich in the land. I wish you a warm welcome and happy stay in hotlanta, and I will be partying it up for you!

    Best- (aspiring musician)
    Matthew

  2. Farm Burger sounds awesome! When we were in Buffalo to see you guys, we went to a local “50’s style” diner downtown that used hormone-free, grass fed beef. I had a burger and fries and the way you described Farm Burger was much the same for this place (I’ll be damned if I can remember what it was called, unfortunately). My wife had a turkey wrap that she really enjoyed too.

    You talk about eggs on top of hamburgers a lot… what is it about the egg that makes the burger better? I’ve never had an egg on a burger before, perhaps it’s time I try it?

  3. Man, let me tell you, this is by far the most appetizing post you’ve ever made.
    Here in Italy you’re not able to eat a nice burger-meal quite anywhere, because they’re served just from McDonald’s and Burger King, and as they’re enough tasty they’re surely not high-cook pieces.

    Don’t misunderstand me, i freakin’ love to see the dishes you personally cook, but when i think of a place where i can just sit and order food like that i suddenly get hungry.
    I pick up the opportunity to tell you that you all do an amazing job on music and i’ve been very happy of the show you had in Milan last year, i had never heard such a powerful blast and “crispy” sound from any band and though you can express far more than pure violence, a thing that very few core bands can do.
    But well, you conquered me at the 2008 Unholy Alliance tour when i didn’t even know who you were; this says all.

    You run a very cool blog, and your dishes and pics are great.
    Keep on rockin’, you’re the best.

    Nicolas

  4. When I read the words “fried chicken liver” my mouth instantly started watering. I would give my left big toe for some chicken liver right now.

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