One Flew South is my kind of discovery, an oasis in Concourse E at Atlanta's Hartsfield-Jackson Airport where my family paused between two long flights.Their motto is "travel-inspired provisions," perhaps because their only dining venue is in a U.
One Flew South is my kind of discovery, an oasis in Concourse E at Atlanta's Hartsfield-Jackson Airport where my family paused between two long flights.
Their motto is "travel-inspired provisions," perhaps because their only dining venue is in a U.S. airport.
Or perhaps because much of the menu is inspired by southern cookin' and far-off Asia.
Or perhaps because this place is committed to providing happiness to travelers.
The decor is simple, the chairs comfortable. A large, dense green forest photo mural reminiscent of New Orleans carpets one wall; a glass curtain tempered by Japanese wooden slats protects the tranquil environment from the bustle of travelers and airport personnel on the other side.
If you count the sushi bar (mostly populated by servicemen at our visit), it seats almost a hundred hungry diners, many of whom knew Chef Duane Nutter and partner Todd Richard's cooking from the famous Oakroom at the Louisville, Kentucky Seelbach Hilton.
My husband sampled a Salmon Hot Pot, because it reminded him of Hong Kong. Our server Michael described it as their most popular dish: a large pink salmon filet over a bed of frangrant rice and tofu.
Our teen loved the fish & chips, tender flounder dipped in a potato crust batter, served with thin sliced potato crisps and a pistachip aiolo sauce that was superior to any he'd had in London.
I settled for a clam and miso chowder, a richer yet more healthful brew than any I'd eaten in New England. The food and attentive service seemed to lift the jet lag from our collective shoulders.
We hadn't budgeted for such a pleasant interlude, not that the prices weren't totally worthwhile. And in my book — during a family vacation — any place you can cultivate healthy eating habits and a respect for fine food… is priceless.
Since we had plenty of time to kill, there was no reason not to compare the triple chocolate torte (could it be as good as in Brussels?) to the warm sticky rice pudding (a favorite from our days on Bali).
You'll have to try it for yourself and let me know which you prefer. Or just share your favorite airport restaurants.
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