AlexandriaItalianFood.Com," Atlantis is actually a Greek and Italian restaurant. Actually, their menu is kind of all over the place ranging from gyros to pasta to fried chicken to BBQ. B insisted on taking a picture of me behind their giant menu. Here you go:
Timeout. I always thought the song went "On top of old smoky, all covered with cheese. I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed." Apparently that's a parody of a classic folk song and the parody lyrics are "On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese..." Oops, makes more sense now. Time in.
Second Thoughts from B
I don't know if it is because I work with a bunch of middle-aged women or if it is an East Coast thing or what, but I feel like I need to explain what we mean by "backpacking." We're talking about piling all your Earthly possessions into a backpack and hiking many miles into the wilderness for a few days. This should not be confused with "camping" which also involves tents and dirt, but is often done next to a car and/or some sort of bathroom (albeit primitive). The point is, when you're backpacking, you have to minimize risk because civilization is many miles and many hours away in case of an emergency... medical or you know, the kind that requires plumbing.
So when J asked where I wanted to eat the night before 3 days in the woods, I went with the safest choice. Pasta. I didn't want some exotic meat, I didn't want anything piled with jalapenos, and I sure didn't want something covered in grease. I wanted something that would be filling (after all, we'd be eating dehydrated meals all weekend) and easily digestible. For us, Atlantis was the pragmatic choice.
Friday night at Atlantis was hopping. While we were playing it safe, it seemed to be date night for people who ventured to this strip mall "gem" in search of fine dining. I don't know how to put this delicately, so at the risk of making a Romney-esque 47% gaffe, let's just replay a conversation between the waitress and the table next to us:
"You got Sweet Tea?"
"No, I'm sorry."
"How 'bout Mountain Dew?"
"I think we'll take our meal to go."
I don't say any of this to put down Atlantis or its clientele. Quite the opposite in fact. It isn't the fanciest choice out there and it isn't trying to be. It is called a "family restaurant" for a reason. It has everything you need and nothing you don't. (Yes, I said it. No one needs Sweet Tea, Mountain Dew or Jack Daniels) It is exactly the type of place that I would have adored as a kid. And in a way, the big kid inside me thinks Atlantis - with its goofy murals, gigantic menu, and satisfying large portions - is some kind of awesome.