Aretha Frankenstein's in Chattanooga: Pancakes and Beer

Aretha Frankenstein's, Chattanooga

(iPhone photo)
Oh, yes..the fedora, the new-to-me vintage black cape, and the beer (Magic Hat #9) are all mine...have a sweet, sweet night, blog-friends. And as always, taking you with me, SG
P.S. Here is the description of the beer from its brewery: " A beer cloaked in secrecy. An ale whose mysterious and unusual palate will swirl across your tongue and ask more questions than it answers. A sort of dry, crisp, refreshing, not-quite pale ale. #9 is really impossible to describe because there's never been anything else quite like it. Our secret ingredient introduces a most unusual aroma which is balanced with residual sweetness."

Aretha Frankenstein's

Aretha's has become a steady staple for our family's Chattanooga day trips--their food is so consistently good that we inevitably end up driving around the neighborhood afterwards looking for houses in walking distance to this hip little eatery.

Meet Carrie, a great girl serving up some great food on the North Shore.

We split the shrimp 'n grits...yum!!!

Chattanooga, TN (Our favorite city...)

I have a theory that every city possesses its own personality comprised of a collective soul of all its inhabitants. This would explain why some places seem to envelope me while others repulse me, as if my personality is so obviously incompatible with the group-think. Chattanooga is obviously one of the former--its people, its natural beauty, its mature-but-fun mentality all seem to invite me to stay, perhaps indefinitely. Whenever we take a roadtrip there, we come home each time later and more reluctantly, and I'm sure that one day, we'll stay so long we'll forget where it was we came from.

The Walking Bridge that connects the North Shore to Downtown Chattanooga


Aretha Frankenstein's on the North Shore; Take note, they serve the best pancakes that this bonafide pancake-connoisseur has ever tasted. And the fine people who work there are NICE. Not I-want-a-good-tip-nice, but nice-genuinely-nice.


When I walked out of Aretha's, and I beheld this,

it reminded me of this:

And anything that manages to remind me of Vincent gets two thumbs up.


Rock City's Enchanted Garden of Lights made me feel like a kid again. Not an easy feat at my age and discretion.

And this is what a day in Chattanooga does to my strapping young four-year old.


I love this city!