Peach adulation is a fundamental part of Atlanta's culture, although apparently not enough to keep it and its sizzlin' hot Usher covers in print. Oooh, he fine! Renewing the local prominence of that fuzzy round fruit, Georgia Peach Restaurant & Lounge.
Part of the recent push to revitalize Underground, Peach's a subterranean space of eclectic soul food/music run by an Art Institute grad who sponge-painted the rock/brick walls peach, added a small wooden stage for live jazz & blues, and hung throwback ATL posters from happenings like the '89 Arts Festival at Piedmont Park, and the 1988 Democratic Convention, at which everyone rocked out with their Dukakis out. Start with a cup of three-bean/ ground turkey Southern Chili, golden-fried chicken gizzards, or sweet potato egg rolls, then get Texas-toasted sammies ranging from BLTs (applewood pork, turkey or beef bacon), to peach-BBQ-sauced pulled rotisserie chicken, to grilled PB&J or the "Grown Up" grilled cheese, which now prefers to be called grilled Dean Gordon Pritchard. Dinners include fried lobster tail w/ peach & apricot chutney, a deep-fried Cornish game hen, pecan-crusted salmon in cognac-peach sauce, and "Fire Alarm" chicken smothered in hot sauce; each comes w/ two sides (fried cabbage, mashed sweet potatoes...), and you can add a basket of assorted breads like hot water cornbread and hoe cakes, even though you know all the money you pay for them is just gonna keep the pimp cakes in elaborate canes.
The full bar's got eight bottled beers including Blue Moon Winter Abbey, plus seven peach-themed cocktails like the Long Island-esque GA Peach Tea, and the Absolut Peach/ fresh lemon juice Peach Drop -- hey, all the advertisers/subscribers did it, so you might as well, too!