Sun in my belly means happy. Magic. I’m constantly inspired to come here by two of my good friends, the Asian Cajuns, who are doubly happy and who constantly rave about this place. You see, they come here a lot! Mind you, for those uninitiated, it’s quite difficult to find the place. No huge signs. No bells and whistles. Just an old, red J. A. Bailey & Sons Hardware letters on the front. It’s very easy to miss, actually.
But what’s not to love? The place is cozy. And hipster. A mish-mash of furniture, old cookbooks on the shelves, comfy couches. Quirky murals. Mason jars. Brown paper table lines. Hipsters. Oh, and the food.
You must, must have the Kirkwood. Soft scrambled eggs: not, I repeat, not the overdone, over-dry ones you see elsewhere — kinda like the difference between over-easy and fried eggs. The large, soft, creamy curds make your mouth happy. Infused with herbed boursin cheese. It’s subtly herby and cheesy and eggy. The honey-glazed bacon will rock your socks off. It’s slightly spicy. Sweetish. And addictive. Yeah, you’ve been warned.
The Challah French Toast? Wow. Delicious. Gigantic. A thick piece of challah filled with creamy, honeyed ricotta and piled with fresh, brown sugar-glazed berries. And a side of real maple syrup. It was the perfect dessert. It was divine.
Mmm. Happy. Sun in my belly.
Sun In My Belly
2161 College Ave NE
Atlanta, GA 30317