I'm a researcher. Before our flight out of Savannah and into Atlanta, I scoped out all the food establishments within the Concourses (A and B) of our flights. Boom! Paschal's.
Paschal's was easy to find, had a minimal line, and their staff was friendly and efficient. Our flight got into ATL around four in the afternoon, so I'm pretty sure they were about to shut it down for the day. It looked that way, anyway, with the near empty steam trays. Fortunately, they had everything my southern upbringing heart desired.
I was set on the four vegetable plate and an ala cart chicken leg before I was redirected by the lovely lady fixing the plates when she asked if I was sure because one leg was $5. Oh. Dang.... Okay. Plan B: "May I get a 2 piece fried, dark meat, with mac and cheese and fried okra." then I got greedy and diverted. Plan C: "Oh! An extra side of collard greens, please." Yes.
At the register, they had all the necessary add-ins for folks who enjoy a very well-seasoned meal. (For example, I like my greens with plain white vinegar AND a couple shakes of pepper vinegar.)
Collard Greens: Perfect. There was enough bite to the tender greens to keep them from being slimy and were seasoned well.
Fried Okra: Corn meal coated and crunchy. I wish I had added some dashes of pepper vinegar on top.
Macaroni and Cheese: Baked with a cheese top. Kinda shiesty on the scoop. Good flavor. One of the better I've had in a while. None of that fancy Gruyere or Gouda cheese my kids don't go for yet.
Cornbread: some butter would've been nice to slather all over it. They were dry. Don't expect "yankee cornbread" as my dad called it; these aren't sweet. Have a drink on hand, just sayin'.
Fried Chicken: Dark meat and dark batter, it wasn't light and golden like the pictures online. It looked over cooked and tasted that way, too. I thought it was dry and only ate half the thigh, reserving the rest of the thigh and drumstick to bring home for my husband. He loved it as is, but wasn't biased by the pictures.
It should be noted that we took our meals with us on the plane and didn't get to enjoy it hot. It was about two hours after takeoff when we tore into them. [I'm not keen on reviewing/eating take out because the meal isn't served as it was intended and often times there is carry over cooking, condensation, and other things that aren't accounted for, and alter the experience, once the meals are consumed. Having said allllllll of that, I was at the airport with less than forty-five minutes between flights... I'll jump off my soapbox now.]
Side story: So, while on the plane, enjoying our food, my friend says, "The chicken was good. It wasn't too spicy." I wish I had a picture of my face. I sincerely thought there was a third option outside of baked and fried that I wasn't privy to and felt all the way jipped. "Spicy? There was a spicy option?" Then I wish I had a picture of her face. "Yeah, it was a little spicy, but still good. It wasn't too much." that's when I cackled because she went on about how she doesn't do condiments and serves everything dry and unseasoned. I love her, my dry as a Triscuit friend.
We talked about Atlanta being a fun trip to eat our way through. When that happens, I will definitely make my way into the restaurant and eat their offerings, served up hot and fresh, the way the Paschal brothers intended.
If you find yourself in Concourse B, or have a long layover that leaves room for wandering, give this regional treasure a try. If you have the time, read the brothers' backstory, too. read more