First Bite: Pea Ridge Kitchen & Bar

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The Pea Ridge Burger

By Megan Volpert

On Tuesday, my wife and I met up for supper at Pea Ridge Kitchen & Bar. This was their big opening night and a special moment for us, too—because it’s the only non-fast-food that is easy walking distance from our house. We live on the outskirts of Decatur and naturally frequent Decatur Square, but the price of that cornucopia is as much as a half hour drive for many Decatur residents. Rule: if it takes more than ten minutes in traffic or you can’t walk to get there, it’s not your neighborhood place.

Pea Ridge doesn’t even have a sign out front yet; you just have to know it’s there, tucked behind the gas station and anchoring the parking lot of a little strip mall with a few shops that almost nobody visits. But on opening night, Pea Ridge packed that parking lot and more people were walking up McLendon toward it in a steady caravan. It had been open for about an hour and was already quite full. Apparently, I’m not the only one tired of living in a food and beverage desert.

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A side of wild mushrooms

This reminds me to tell you how I first heard Pea Ridge was coming: from my liquor store guy. Everybody in our neighborhood loves Rocky. The S & N Package Store is an awesome place that supplies many local restaurants with booze, and Rocky was proud to let us know he’ll be supplying Pea Ridge. They’ve got their beer and wine license, but have to wait a few more weeks for the liquor license to come through. Therefore, when I arrived at Pea Ridge, they offered me a free beer. Yes, a free Sweetwater 420 just for showing up. So they won my heart quickly.

And they kept it with mussels. The appetizer menu listed “mussels: wine, chile butter, garlic, baguette…$9.” They came in a giant stainless steel bowl with no surprise ingredients; it was exactly what was listed on the menu—not some arty impression of the highlights of the dish. We dug in and the bowl was bottomless. Seriously, we counted and found fully three dozen shells in there. Three dozen mussels in their off-season for nine bucks?! And so much garlic that by the end of our first half dozen there was a wonderfully spicy aftertaste. We couldn’t even finish them before our entrees arrived. Normally a new restaurant expects extra slow ticket times while the kitchen and servers are calibrating to each other’s work, but not here.

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For dessert, we got the Memphis banana pudding. I asked what makes it “Memphis.” Answer: bacon. So my wife got to put an extra dose of bacon on top of the slow smoked pork sandwich and peas with butter and bacon already in her belly. And, wow, it was great: neither too soggy nor poorly composed, totally decadent but only enough bites to fill you without making you sick, for just five bucks. It’s hard to believe we only spent about $40 for a three-course meal for two that only took us an hour to eat and was located a one minute drive from our home.

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Banana pudding with bacon

When we first sat down at a two-top covered in soft brown butcher paper and looked around, we’d been admittedly guarded and skeptical because we wanted so badly for this place to knock our socks off and it instead it made a first impression that seemed pretty subdued. Nothing fancy or fussy about anything here. The servers, who’re mostly vets from either Shorty’s Pizza or Leon’s Full Service that followed Pea Ridge’s two owners here, wear jeans, t-shirts and smiles. I don’t know all their names yet—just Courtney and Patrick’s—but I will.

Because as my wife and I sat there noshing on the last of our excellent dessert, we realized the main attraction had been who was sitting at the other tables: families of all shapes, sizes and colors. Families from our neighborhood! Every time we turned around, somebody we didn’t know was exclaiming, “hey, what’re you doing here?! How are you?” to another table of strangers we didn’t know. We marveled at the diversity of our neighborhood. We leaned over to the table next to us and introduced ourselves, said what street we lived on. We got to know our neighbors—and we enjoyed it.

I hereby officially declare Pea Ridge Kitchen & Bar the neighborhood place of all Decatur folks whose homes are located on one of the many tree-lined streets that sprout off McLendon Drive as well as the fledging apartment dwellers along Lawrenceville Highway between North Druid Hills and the Perimeter. We went back again on Wednesday—because hey, it’s right next to our house—and this time we brought two friends. I had the lamb sandwich, which was ridiculously good. That’ll probably be my go-to item. On the specials board, they listed paella. Who in their right mind would open a new restaurant with such a notoriously difficult dish? Pea Ridge would, because this neighborhood place has families to feed.

For more about Pea Ridge, visit pearidgerestaurant.com.

7 Responses to First Bite: Pea Ridge Kitchen & Bar

  1. Vanessa

    May 24, 2015 at 12:36 am

    Love Rocky and always trust his recommendations. Can’t wait to try Pea Ridge!

  2. Barry

    May 28, 2015 at 4:26 pm

    Hi.
    You do not live in Decatur.

    Having a “Decatur” mailing address means you are one of about 200,000 “neighbors” from I-20 to, I dunno, Lavista road, or something.

    You are actually “on the outskirts” Clarkston and Scottdale. Why not announce that you live in Clarkston? It’s actually more diverse and interesting than Decatur.
    And, it’s only “natural” to frequent businesses closer to your home, given that your actual neighbors are there.

  3. Jacque

    May 29, 2015 at 11:49 am

    Barry,

    Have you considered getting a hobby? Like, maybe, stamp collecting?

    The bad thing about Clarkston is it’s overly aggressive and predatory PD.

    A $300 ticket for a nit-picky and ridiculously minor traffic infraction that would go
    unnoticed anywhere else in the greater metro ATL can really ruin a meal. I avoid
    Clarkston like the plague that it is. I will drive many miles out of my way to avoid
    driving through there.

  4. K.C. Burnup

    May 29, 2015 at 4:25 pm

    I assume I live close to Megan. I can walk to Pea Ridge. No, it’s technically not “Decatur” where we live; it’s “Decatur Postal Address” where we live. If asked, I tell folks I live in Rehoboth, for that is shown on the maps, even the up-to-date Google Map. If you’ve lived here 35 years or more, it’s presumable you might know where Rehoboth is. But most people in Atlanta do not know this, because they moved here from somewhere else. The partners who started the restaurant chose the pre-Rehoboth name for the community as the name of the restaurant. I have a few neighbors in their 80s who’ve lived here since they were teen-agers, and they refer to Lawrenceville Hwy. as “The 29”.

  5. Maggie

    May 30, 2015 at 2:47 pm

    Wow Barry!!!!
    Do you live in “Decatur” ? I am going to bet you do and that would explain your snobbish attitude to others who may share your mailing address but not the city limits.

    I think you missed the whole point and that is there is a new restaurant in the area that one should give a try.

  6. Susan

    May 30, 2015 at 9:42 pm

    I grew up on Laurel Ridge Dr went to Laurel Ridge grammar school and Shamrock High School. I grew up in DeCatur. I grew up in Decatur when Decatur wasn’t squat. Two restaurants and a car dealer ship. Hey Barry. Get over your self.

  7. Tammie

    June 17, 2015 at 12:23 pm

    I grew up in the Springbrook neighborhood, went to Rehoboth Elementary. When we moved into our house in ’65, there was an old chicken coop in the backyard from the farm days of Pea Ridge, and we played for many hours in Burnt Fork Creek. Those were the days when kids got turned loose outside for the day.

    My earliest memory of this building where PeaRidge restaurant is was when it was the “Milk Jug.” At least it was in the same spot. I think they must have enlarged it when they turned it into the Country Cafe many years ago, because as I remember, the Milk Jug was just a drive through place to get milk and sundries. I will be visiting the area soon and look forward to trying out this new restaurant! Best of luck to them!

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