Five Atlanta Friday lunch finds

Two men in shirts and ties at a restaurant table.

I am a creature of habit. My daily lunch pail consists of whatever leftovers in my refrigerator at home are closest to spoiling without being bad. I follow the dietary version of the “The Price is Right” rules: “closest without going over.” I also do not have an emotional relationship with food. I eat what … Continue reading Five Atlanta Friday lunch finds →

Get thee to a ‘meat and three’

A plate of Southern food including fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, turnip greens and strawberry shortcake with Texas Pete hot sauce in the background.

In the New South, we have so many choices on where to eat out, my Darling Beloved and I resort to the process of elimination, filtering by geography to narrow our voluminous choices. It goes something like this: Me: What do you want to go for dinner tonight? DB: I don’t care. You pick a … Continue reading Get thee to a ‘meat and three’ →