FIRST IMPRESSIONS

John: While reviewing Indigo, I learned something important about myself while also learning a very essential life lesson. First, I don’t have any friends that are meteorologists, not one. The lesson I learned – make friends with a meteorologist and do this at any cost. The day we went to Indigo, it was sunny, warm and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, so we sat outside. Halfway through our meal, a category five hurricane hit North Fulton and we had to move inside. Now I like Jonathan Copsey, but I have to think that if I had been reviewing Indigo with Dagmar Midcap, this wouldn’t have happened. She would have quickly alerted me to any oncoming fronts and we would have sat inside from the start. Now all that being said, let’s get to the good stuff. Indigo is five months old and a great addition to Canton Street. I love outdoor seating and Indigo offers plenty of it. The restaurant is nice without being pretentious and the wine selection is pretty impressive while still growing.

Copsey: I actually do have a friend who is a meteorologist (who is sadly not Dagmar). However I failed to inform him of my dining arrangements that night. A mistake I will not make again, I can assure you. Indigo is located right on Roswell’s Canton Street, where Yellow Fin used to be, so the scenic atmosphere and people walking their dogs or jogging added a nice touch to the restaurant; why sit outside at other restaurants just to better hear the traffic zip by? It was fairly peaceful and relaxed. Beer drinkers be warned: Indigo is a wine-heavy restaurant. I found to my dismay no beers on draught (although the bottled beer selection is adequate). If you drink wine though, you’re in for a treat.

John: B+

Copsey: B

APPETIZERS

John: Indigo doesn’t have an extensive appetizer menu, but they do have a nice assortment of items. It’s the only place I’ve ever been to that has both tomato flatbread and lobster quesadillas on the appetizer menu. However, Copsey doesn’t like lobster (weirdo) and I only eat flatbread on Mondays, so we went with the chicken pot stickers and a shrimp and grits special. When it comes to pot stickers, anyone can make a decent one, so it really comes down to how the pot sticker sauce tastes. Let’s just say that if there were a pot sticker sauce Olympics, Indigo’s viscous indulgence would garner the gold. The flavor could be described as sweet and sour, but that wouldn’t be doing the sauce justice. Also, there is some Napa cabbage served with the pot stickers as a garnish and here’s a tip; if you mix it with the chili plum sauce, you pretty much have the most amazing coleslaw ever. The shrimp was good, but I’ve already forgotten what it taste like, so it wasn’t memorable.

Copsey: It’s not that I don’t like lobster; I was just unsure of a lobster quesadilla. My fears were probably unfounded, since the appetizers were delicious. The shrimp were nice and tasty and the mango/ avocado sauce they came with was sweet and spicy in just the right way.

John: A

Copsey: B+

ENTRÉE’S

John: First things first: we ordered the veal strip steak, the sea bass and the duck. Now, I’ve got some good news and I’ve got some bad news. First, the bad news, from the time we ordered our food until the time it got to our table, my five o’clock shadow grew in. If we had ordered wine, it would have tasted perfect because it would have aged so much. However, we were engaged in some interesting conversation, so neither of us really noticed that north of 45 minutes passed while we waited for our food. Plus, both our server and a manager apologized for the wait (apparently our veal had been overcooked). Now the good news, if I’m going to be waiting 45 minutes for anything, let alone food, I better be getting something awesome, and I did. The sea bass was without a doubt the best thing at the table. It was soft, tasty and it melted on my fork. The risotto under it was tasty for about two bites. Then there was the duck. The duck itself was fantastic, it has a slight blackberry flavor because it’s cooked in a blackberry sauce. However, there are actual blackberries on the plate and when I mixed one with a bite of the duck, it was the worst decision I’ve made since seeing the Jonas Brothers movie. However, I avoided the blackberries after that and at that point the duck disappeared rather quickly. I’ll let Copsey talk about the veal.

Copsey: You actually saw the Jonas Brothers movie? I didn’t know you liked tween-girl targeted media. Yet somehow that makes sense. The veal that had delayed our meal was well worth the wait. It was cooked to perfection and so tender it practically melted in my mouth. It came with hash browns and mushrooms. I wasn’t so keen on the hash browns, seeing it more as platefiller, but the mushrooms and the sherry sauce they were cooked in more than made up for it.

John: B+

Copsey: A

DESSERT:

John: The dessert we had is one that a lot of restaurants are now serving. At most places it’s known as a molten chocolate cake. It’s a round piece of warm cake with chocolate in the middle and frankly, it never disappoints. Ever. Indigo was no exception. My only knock on the night might be that I would have liked to have seen as much originality on the dessert menu as I saw on the dinner menu. However, I might have just been cranky because by the time I was eating dessert, it was hailing, raining cats, dogs and lawnmowers and it’s very possible that the four horsemen of the apocalypse were somewhere nearby, so my judgment may have been slightly impaired.

Copsey: By the time we ordered the dessert, we had moved inside. The “cake with chocolate in the middle” was called by Indigo a “gateaux,” which is French for “don’t you wish you had one?” It looked like an upturned cupcake with a healthy dollop of whipped cream on the side. One cut into it produced a flow of melted chocolate that had the ladies sitting next to us practically drooling and doing a calorie cost-benefit analysis. Which I think is the mark of a good dessert.

John: B+

Copsey: A

FINAL IMPRESSION

John: The bottom line is this; Indigo is a place I will go to again. There was some live music and everyone in the restaurant was having a good time. Sure the electricity was flickering in and out thanks to the storm that was undoubtedly caused by global warming (by the way, that’s my new excuse for everything, I just blame it on global warming. The Braves lost, must have been global warming. Miley Cyrus somehow managed to sell more CD’s then anyone in the country this week, I’ll chalk that up to global warming), but that didn’t stop Todd the chef from personally talking to everyone at every table. Come to think of it, maybe that’s why my food took 45 minutes; the freaking chef is shaking everyone’s hand. Just kidding, Todd was a nice guy, you can take my word for it or check it out yourself.

Copsey: The strange thing about Indigo was that, while the meal took a while, I never really noticed the time. It was a pleasant evening in a pleasant atmosphere. While global warming may have rained us out of the patio, I think it was the talent of the chef that made the food so amazing (and kept us and other patrons from just leaving). This is definitely a place to visit in Roswell.

John: A

Copsey: A