Recurring Propeller Skies The Professor and I met for lunch at Feast, a new restaurant in Decatur. As usual for Atlanta, the restaurant is located in a former warehouse. Unlike other venues, the interior is not over-designed and Feast has the nicest bathroom in the city.

Getting to feast was an adventure. After trying to figure out the utterly asinine, arbitrary, and capricious system of one way streets in Decatur, I gave up, parked, and began walking in the general direction of Feast. As I was sauntering along, The Professor rolled up in his sweet Pontiac 6000. As he has mad navigational skills, we soon arrived at the restaurant.

We grabbed seats at the bar and ordered Bloody Marys. Because Decatur is weak sauce, we had to wait until twelve goddamn thirty for our flippin’ drinks. To exact revenge, next Sunday I plan on getting loaded, attending church, and puking my guts out on some motherfucking Baptists. Just kidding, I would never attend church un-coerced. I ordered the frittata, which translates to English as omelet, with sauteed shrimp, red peppers, and mozzarella cheese. It was dope as hell. The Professor had the Feast version of Eggs Benedict, which he also enjoyed. I recommend Feast, the restaurant is a nice addition to the Decatur scene.