We’re convinced that nowhere just gets that comfy Sunday feeling like the folks at HOBNOB, and they’re cookin’ up a Southern storm for the perfect down-home dinner on Sunday nights starting at 5 p.m.
Ahh, Sunday. A day of rest and recovery from the weekday grind and the weekend shenanigans. A day where the hours stretch long and luxurious in front of us. A day to sit back and relax with a cold one (or two), a hearty meal, and the gang. Sunday may be the greatest day in existence (it does rhyme with “Funday,” after all), and we’re convinced that nowhere just gets that comfy Sunday feeling like the folks at HOBNOB. From the second you’re cheerfully welcomed into the restaurant, to the warm and inviting dining room, to the spacious and herbaceous patio, you feel at ease and right at home. And that’s just how owners (and IRL brothers!) Sean and Gilbert Yeremyan want it. Already 15-year veterans on the restaurant scene -- they also own G’s Midtown and 10th & Piedmont -- they opened up HOBNOB in 2010 as a good old-fashioned neighborhood tavern, where friends can eat, drink, and be merry while savoring great food and craft brews.
And HOBNOB’s Sunday dinner offerings are, dare we say it, even more deliciously homey. Starting at 5 p.m., HOBNOB cooks up a Southern storm for the perfect down-home dinner. Go’n ‘head and get you started off right with a heaping helping of fried green tomatoes with a HOBNOB twist -- these babies are breaded in chipotle cornmeal and served with balsamic reduction, tomato horseradish relish, and goat cheese (we know; we’re drooling, too). Then, choose among such comfort food classics as chicken pot pie, filled to the brim with smoked chicken, bacon, and veggies; pot roast with roasted veggies and buttermilk mashed potatoes; and shrimp and grits -- or, for those with more vegetarian leanings, truffle mac n’ cheese and grilled cheese with creamy tomato bisque. Finish strong in true Southern style with some warm cobbler topped with creamy ice cream, then lean back in your chair (you can loosen your belt a little, too -- we won’t judge). Congratulations; you just won Sunday.