Photograph by Martha Williams
Dust off your Doc Martens, kids. It’s time to check out the new diner at the crossroads of mainstream and counterculture—or, more literally, Moreland and Euclid avenues.
Little Five Points Diner, freshly painted a high-energy yellow, is nestled in a curve where a residential street dead-ends and hipster revelry begins. Outside the restaurant, an assembly of patio tables awaits guests, while inside reveals a deep row of black-and-red booths, matching checkered flooring, more pops of yellow paint, and bold, whimsical artwork by the Atlanta-based, Brazilian-born artist Yoyo Ferro.
Order from the front counter where a small but solid menu is posted overhead. The team here is headed by husband-and-wife business partners Sean Germain and Amber Chaney Germain, of Sean’s Harvest Market in Candler Park. Their new place is open seven days a week, from early mornings to late at night, filling a niche for chef-driven comfort food.
My three gauges for a diner menu—a tuna melt, black coffee, and a strawberry shake—all hit their marks. The creamy tuna, served on toasted sourdough, had a tangy hit of dill and pickled jalapeños, plus a winning combo of American and Swiss; the coffee (Beanology’s Dirty Nekkid roast) was smooth, requiring no special attention; and the shake was custardy, with a sweet cream base, and blended with real strawberries.
On another visit, the lemon pepper chicken confit and sides of garlic mashed potatoes and a lemony arugula salad were a simple and satisfying finish to a Sunday evening, underscored by a Led Zeppelin playlist. Besides the blue plate specials, there’s an ample burger, with two seasoned quarter-pound patties and moonlight burger sauce. (It’s a shame there are no french fries to go with that.)
Come morning, vegetarians will appreciate the bright flavors in the veggie- and bean-filled Sunshine Burrito. Pair it with skillet-fried potato cakes. Those with heartier appetites shouldn’t miss the meatier breakfast plates, served with house-made cathead biscuits.
The only thing missing, besides the fries? Tom Waits slumped in a back booth, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, hunched over a plate of pancakes.
This article appears in our June 2025 issue.
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