11 months ago
DINNER AT PITTYPAT'S PORCH – November 21, 1979
Today I got married to the love of my life. It was a beautiful day in late November of 1979. The weather was pleasant and the autumn air was crisp with a gentle, caressing breeze. The trees around Atlanta still burst with colorful leaves of gold, orange and red amidst a picture perfect clear blue sky. Our lovely, quaint ceremony with family and a few friends was perfect.
We had made reservations to dine at Pittypat's Porch that evening, one of my husband's favorite spots, to celebrate this once in a lifetime occasion. Reminiscent of days gone by, this incredible place transports you to a very special era back in time. From the warm inviting ambiance and charming décor to the excellent food and service, the restaurant was everything I dreamed it would be. As a native born Atlantan, I truly respect and appreciate genuine, authentic southern food and hospitality. Pittypats delivered that and so much more!
We selected a special bottle of wine (Geyser Peak 1977 Chenin Blanc) to accompany our wonderful supper and still have the very same bottle (empty of course) and box it came in … a memento we still cherish 40 years later.
I was in awe of the beautifully-displayed buffet gracefully adorned with mouthwatering selections of delectable appetizers and salads. Our entrees were succulent, expertly crafted with love and cooked to perfection. Hands down, I had the best southern fried chicken and scratch-made buttermilk biscuits I have ever put in my mouth. And the Georgia peach cobbler is to die for. From what I have heard, it is still the same...PERFECTION!
This was truly an unforgettable dining experience at one of Atlanta's finest southern eateries that will always hold a dear place in my heart.