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January 17, 2012

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Nancy Currier

I have to say (as someone who totally freaks out when I'm late for pretty much anything), there is nothing more frustrating than being stuck in Atlanta traffic when you know you have to be somewhere. And it sounds like that Friday night was pretty extraordinary, both weather-wise and traffic-wise. In my opinion, the folks who got seated 20 minutes late could have been a little more understanding - let's face it - in Atlanta restaurant circles a 20 minute wait is pretty average. Just not at Babette's. LOL!.

The very fact that this situation genuinely upset you speaks volumes. Don't let a few crankypants (and probably wet!) diners get to you. Kudoes for your continuing efforts to keep us all fed and happy!

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Chef Marla

  • Chef Marla Adams
    I'll make this short. I began cooking on a lark in 1980 at a restaurant in Boston. I had graduated from The University of Virginia and was a little burned out. I took a bakery job for $3.50 an hour (in Boston, mind you) and have never left the restaurant business. I LOVE IT. I love the hours, the pace, the people, the food, the challenges and working with my hands and brain at the same time. Food is a craft. It's real and it's essential to everyone. Most of all, I love cooks: line cooks, prep cooks, chefs, sous chefs, all of them. They are a very unique group of people. After a few years I attended the Culinary Institute of American in Hyde Park and upon graduation, headed to Atlanta with a boyfriend. The boyfriend didn't last, but I'm still in Atlanta. There was never a shortage of jobs, and I moved quickly up the ranks in several restaurants and even a hotel. Upon reaching a glass ceiling in one position, in 1992 I decided to open my own place, Babette's Cafe. And here I am......

Babette's Cafe

  • Babette's Cafe
    I opened Babette's Cafe in 1992 and in 2001 after renovating a 1916 bungalow, moved my restaurant to "her" current home.
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