Bonjour!  Alright, I have now expired my full recollection of high school French.  Whatever.  You do not need to speak Fench to enjoy an evening at Atmosphere- a French Bistro in [tag]midtown ATL[/tag].  Ashley and I celebrated the 2nd Year Anniversary of our non-legally sanctioned Commitment Ceremony by having two nice glasses of champagne followed by an excellent ahi tuna appetizer special.  Ashley thoroughly enjoyed the duck special except for that nagging feeling that wild game is so 1999 and maybe one day soon she should go veggie.  I had no guilt as I enjoyed my ravioli filled with goat cheese and some other non-meatstuff.  Very nice.  The portions are just enough to save room for the MOLTEN CHOCOLATE dessert which is also nice and small so you can feel good about having the Atmosphere coffee drink with a touch of Baileys.  Yum. 

But the real joy was not staring into Ashley’s eyes, but ease-dropping on our fellow dinner guests.  The”corner table” arrived with our entrees.  She was clearly loaded on Peachitinis or some other random girlie cocktail.  Her poor date- who had no doubt met her acquaintance on eHarmony – was a nice gentlemen approximately one foot shorter than she.  He politely listened as she busted up with such stimulating one-liners as “This sure isn’t Kroger Sushi” and ”How many times have you ever been head over heels in love?” – not to mention her excellent demonstration of druken-slurred French – “c’essst biieeennn!”  Sexy!  Speaking of sexy, we loved our waiter Julien- with an “e” – from Cannes.   And the other waiter – a Hugh Grant look-alike named Daniel was full of all the smooth moves you might expect from a career server.  Excellent service and yes – a nice “atmosphere.” 

Brutus would give this 3 and a half paws up.