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| Table 1280 |
I couldn't resist the urge to go in, even though I wasn't hungry. I was brightly greeted by Elizabeth, the hostess, who welcomed me cheerfully—a surprise given it was the end of the restaurant's lunch hours. I explained, non-committing, that I only wanted to see the dining room and look over the menu. Elizabeth graciously invited me in.
After a peek in the dining room and a glance at the menu, I gave in to the temptation to have lunch—a tourist has to eat, right? Elizabeth escorted me to my table, which had a clear view of the piazza and the dining room in their entirety—the best seat in the house!
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| Elizabeth and Vangel |
I was soon enjoying a hot and perfectly seasoned fettuccini with a wild mushroom ragout drizzled with a balsamic reduction and topped with a generous portion of shaved parmesan cheese. I ate far more than enough to satisfy my appetite—again, I couldn't help myself. As I began to wonder if it was really that good or whether I actually was hungry when I came in and just hadn't realized it, I noticed a mother and daughter duo who had just finished their meal and were preparing to leave.
The daughter wheeled her mother (they just had to be close relatives given the remarkable similarity of facial features), a seemingly delightful woman with a fluffy but well-kempt head full of silver hair, to where a tables where one of the restaurant's chefs had joined his family who were having lunch as well. He was wearing his chef's apron and Vangel later told me that he indeed was one of the restaurant's chefs. The mother offered a kind greeting and then told the chef, "That was the best pasta I've had in my entire life." That was enough to confirm without a doubt that my pasta was just as delicious as I thought it was.
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| Table 1280 Dining Room |
When I asked for the check, Vangel inquired if I was a member of the High Museum. Presumably he'd noticed the museum literature I'd been reading between courses. My membership entitled me to a 20% discount on my meal, as well as parking validation.
A friend's 80-something year old mother once proclaimed, "Dining should be an experience." I whole-heartedly agree with her. So, the question is: Will I go back? Definitely, without question. I'm actually rather curious about the tapas lounge and from their Sunday brunch menu I can already hear the bananas foster pancakes calling my name!
Visiting Table 1280
Date toured: Friday, August 27, 2010
Hours:
- Monday: Closed
- Tuesday-Wednesday: Lunch, 11 a.m. - 3 p.m.; Dinner, 5 p.m. - 8:30 p.m.; Lounge, 3 p.m. - 9 p.m.
- Thursday-Saturday: Lunch, 11 a.m. - 3 p.m.; Dinner, 5 p.m. - 9 p.m.; Lounge 3 p.m. - 10 p.m.
- Sunday: Brunch, 11 a.m. - 3 p.m.; Lounge, 12:30 p.m. - 6 p.m.
Parking: Woodruff Arts Center parking garage, and surrounding area
Reservations: Open Table
Website: http://www.table1280.com/content/home.asp
2 comments:
was completely buried in research trying to figure out how many words should a literature review be for my dissertation when i stumbled across this and honestly it was the best accidental detour the way you described that wild mushroom fettuccini and the poached peach dessert has me genuinely ready to book a flight to Atlanta just to eat here
There’s something really interesting about Table 1280 being called the “Best Seat in the House,” because it instantly makes you picture that perfect spot where everything just feels right, whether it’s the view, the comfort, or even the vibe around it. It’s not always about being front and center, but more about where you personally feel most engaged and relaxed at the same time. Honestly, moments like that remind me how people are always looking for ways to make things easier or more enjoyable, which is probably why services like take my CBAP exam for me even come into the conversation when things start to feel overwhelming.
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