On Friday evening, we drove to the nearby town of Norcross, Georgia to eat at Zapata.
We opted to eat outside, on a back deck sandwiched between the dumpsters and the parking lot. When I go to a unique restaurant, I generally like to try the specialty, which in this case was molcajete (a meal cooked in a volcanic stone pot). Mine had steak, cheese, onions, tomatoes and cactus (and who knows what else).
This photo doesn’t really give you the full effect. When the server brought it out, he was trying to keep the heavy pot from slipping off the plate while at the same time holding it out at arm’s length to keep the boiling liquid from splattering in his face. I was a little afraid of it when he first set it down in front of me.
It’s eaten by spooning the contents onto soft tortilla shells. I enjoyed it and I managed to eat most of it.
I wandered around Norcross for a little while. The downtown section has several interesting restaurants and picturesque parks. The townsfolk were very proud of their town — there were historical markers about every 50 feet memorializing important spots — like where the mayor ate watermelon and belched. OK, I’m just kidding about that one, but the real ones weren’t much better.
Somebody had gone about town committing random acts of knitting.
