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 →

Method to my leftover madness

It’s only a slight exaggeration when I describe lunch as my favorite seven minutes of the day. After more than 30 years of work, I’m still learning to pad my calendar with time between meetings, and I often find myself squeezing in lunch while responding to emails, drafting content or catching up on breaking news. … Continue reading Method to my leftover madness →