As mentioned yesterday, in a frenzy of magnanimous delight, burger fiends have descended on Farm Burger in Decatur with fervor and excitement. Like cows set out to pasture at Augusta National, people just can’t seem to get over this organically inclined burger joint. Case in point: by noon on day one, tables were filled and the ordering line was 15 deep for the better part of the lunching hour. Despite this welcomed intrusion, Farm Burger dusted off a few opening day jitters and managed to set the stage for potential success as one of Atlanta’s better options when your waste line isn’t given a second thought.
Though hitting restaurants early and often is just part of my MO, I too must admit an adrenaline rush during the drive over. Thankfully stationed just a few miles away, had I been forced to commute any farther, there’s a good chance I’d have gone telephone pole all up on Ponce. Yeah, I was kind of giddy.
Upon arrival, this excitement quickly turned to a case of “The burger loves me, the burger loves me not.” For lack of a better term, parking at Farm Burger was a bitch, and it will probably stay that way. You see, Farm Burger shares the same lot with Watershed and some dry cleaner whose name I’ve never taken the time to notice. Excited that the place was a buzz, but pissed that people didn’t have the decency to save me a spot, I shoved my car in illegally and strolled on in (don’t worry – I didn’t block anyone). I was dead on shocked by the size of the crowd; fortunately, the thought of running past my 45-minute time limit for lunch quickly dissipated … you just can’t help but feel good when a newborn baby grows up in a matter of moments.