Jawja on my mind...

Café Intermezzo @ 1845 Peachtree Road

So yeah, I’m down in Atlanta, Jawja for the nuptials of my beloved niece and I said to myself, ‘Self, you have GOT to see what Jawja’s working with on the tuna-melt side of things.’ So on Thursday night I stopped by a gourmet sub shop by the name of Jimmy John’s but I didn’t get a tuna melt because on the way I saw a nice spot that had a TM on their menu. That spot was Café Intermezzo. Since I was checking out of my dusty motel at around 11 on Friday morning, I figured I’d drop by for a quick bite. The place itself is very nice, good atmosphere, and a 40+ page beverage menu that had it all from coffee to tea, to wine, to beer, to cocktails and beyond. But I didn’t come for all of that fly shit; I came for the sandwich, dammit! Let me tell ya, I knew I was in for a treat when I ordered the TM and the waiter asked me what kinda bread and listed everything from wheat to rye, to croissant to foccacia. Then he asked me what kinda cheese I’d like and ran thru a list that’d make a Wisconsinite blush. I settled on foccacia and smoked gouda. From the list of a thousand beverages I ordered something called a sweet lemon candy, which consisted of vanilla syrup, orange juice, lemon syrup and club soda. It was a pretty nicely put together Italian style soda, not too sweet and not too carbonated. The star of the show arrived and I was instantly smitten. The focaccia was perfectly toasted with what appeared to be thinly sliced tomatoes and onions cooked into the top of the bread with almond shavings as a garnish and a single pickle spear. That’s right true believers, not a single French fry on the plate. Now U may be unaware, but I am a French fry whore, a crack-head for fried potatoes, if U will. And U know what? I did NOT miss ‘em. I’m not gonna mince any words here, folks, this was the single best tuna melt I have ever experienced, bar NONE. The plate was beautiful in its presentation, the tuna alone was excellent (diggin the choice of red onions in the tuna, btw). There’s nothing worse than taking a bite of your sandwich and the cheese sliding right off in a single sheet, but I didn’t have to worry about that here. The melted, smoked gouda behaved perfectly. I advise ANYone who might be visiting Atlanta any time soon to make sure that they get themselves down to Café Intermezzo at 1845 Peachtree Road and pay homage to this masterpiece of a tuna-melt. I have no choice but to give this beauty The Tuna Melt’s highest honor, five fried green tomatoes (since we ARE in the south). New York, I’ll be home next week and somebody’d better show me SOMEthin!

Next Up, Act Two of The Summer Brew Tour.