The Highland in Atlanta, Georgia takes baked goods and breakfast to the next level. I’m still not sure I didn’t eat a meal 15 years in the future. On the menu, and pictured above, is their Rustic Italian. It’s the closest thing they had to pizza so I followed the code that all Pizza Journalist adhere by and ordered the dish.
The foundation: a herb injected piece of bread. Something a bit more elegant than garlic bread. There’s a lot of pressure on this bread as it has to support a cast of characters that wouldn’t normally be found together. It’s like a 15 year reunion where a group has come together after years of experience and evolution.
Eggs, Vermont cheddar, marinara sauce, mushrooms, spinach, and basil pile on top of the bread like long lost pals. They mingle together without care. The eggs begin to leak but no one notices in the chaos of ingredients.
If I closed my eyes while someone spooned this into my mouth I might be fooled into thinking I was eating Pizza Soup. It’s delicious and unorthodox and I’m glad it’s part of my body.
Also, I heard if everyone at your table finishes their meal Andre 3000 will come out from the back and congratulate you. We did not get to see Andre 3000.