Forgery, burritos and nuclear nachos
June 28th, 2009 by Cliff Bostock in Restaurants
Oh look, it’s a big painting by Vincent Van Gogh. Or is it by Elmyr de Hory, the famous forger of the last century whose story was famously told in Clifford Irving’s book, Fake? Whatever, Elmyr (1091 Euclid Ave., 404-588-0250) is a burrito joint with a clever theme.
We ate here recently and had a pretty good meal. I suggest you pass on the nachos with several varieties of chili peppers, including countless jalapeños (right), unless you have a cast-iron stomach. They taste good going down and then. …
Wayne ordered a burrito stuffed with grilled fish. I got one that wrapped fajitas — steak and more peppers — and red pinto beans. If you have choice, go for the pintos rather than the alternative black beans. The beans made me nostalgic for the old Tortillas.
Prices are low here and the vibe is very alternative-20s. I’m sure you won’t mind being twice the age of the rest of the customers. If you do mind, remember that it’s a restaurant that celebrates a forger. Go ahead and pretend you’re 22.
(Photos by Cliff Bostock)
June 28th, 2009 at 12:09 pm
i love it
June 28th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
Oh, El Myr, Home of the 20-minute Burrito. Delicious, but only worth it if you have time to kill.
June 28th, 2009 at 10:10 pm
Sounds like you were trying to give it a bad review but couldn’t bring yourself to do it? Anyway, the service varies based on a) time of day and b) your attitude towards their staff. They’re making their money with or without you. The nachos are best left for when you haven’t eaten that day and don’t plan to again. I love them, but only on my terms. I usually default to the green burrito, fish burrito or spinach-jalapeno quesadilla. Yeah, it helps if you’re predisposed to jalapeno love.
Pound for pound, it’s my favorite restaurant in Atlanta and the first thing that enters my mind when I’m on a plane touching down at Hartsfield-Jackson. That said, stay away. I don’t like fighting for a table there.
It all boils down to the old adage, which I’ll paraphrase as such. You get out of it what you put into it.
Final thought: Good call on the Tortillas nostalgia. Man, I miss that place.