After a slight detour because of my mad directional skills, The Shih Tzu, Hunt Dizzle, and I ate dinner at Bhojanic in Decatur. Upon entering Bhojanic, I was surprised and disappointed at the massive number of white people. As we know from reading Stuff White People Like, being the only white person around […]

On a cold ass Saturday morning, Hunt Diddy and I stopped by Atkins Park in Virginia Highland for brunch. While I had a tasty omelet, Hunt Diddy got his grub on with country ham and invisible gravy. Service was excellent, our waitress even brought out more invisible gravy after Diddy stated it […]

Some time ago, recurring Propeller Skies character Hunt Diddy paid a visit to tha ATL. Soon after he arrived, Hunt Diddy, recurring Prizzo Skeezy character The Photographer, and I rolled over to Decatur and ate a tasty meal at Raging Burrito.
For an appetizer, we ordered homemade guacamole and chips. This starter […]

Recurring Prizzo Skeezy characters Hunter, The Photographer, and I ate dinner at The Pizza Joint in downtown Augusta. We briefly considered getting our grub on at the Mellow Mushroom down the street, but concluded there was no point in driving hella far OTP just to eat at a chain with 1.2 billion cookie cutter […]

Recurring Propeller Skies character The Photographer and I rolled out to the AUG to hang with recurring Prizzo Skeezy character Hunter. Shortly after arriving in Augusta, we piled into Hunter’s shiny new truck and headed downtown to Nacho Mama’s for lunch.
While Nacho Mama’s burritos are not authentic in the style of Willy’s […]

For my final dinner in Pittsburgh, I stopped by August Henry’s. While there, I had an East End Big Hop, the worst beer of my stay in the PGH. East End Big Hop might also be the most disgusting beer I have ever sampled. Shit tasted like butt sweat off a […]

The day after the binge at the Ale House, my hungover ass paid a visit to Six Penn Kitchen for lunch. The restaurant was in a great loft style space with excellent fucking ambiance. Fortunately, all this ambiance was in Pittsburgh so no condescending hostesses gave me shit about rolling up unshaven, unshowered, […]

While Fellini’s and Nick’s Pizza Stop produce reasonable facsimiles, pizza in the south just is not real pizza. So, while chilling in Pittsburgh, I made it a priority to consume some decent pizza.
Villa Real is an authentic northeastern pizza joint. The interior is dimly lit and a patina of age hangs […]

At Bravo Franco’s, I ordered veal for dinner. Mostly because the thought of torturing cows amuses me. Cows are quite possibly one of the stupidest animals in existence - only slightly smarter than the average Atlanta driver - and deserve their fate. Also, veal tastes good. The veal Parmesan was tender […]

Before The Republican was too fucking cool to hang around with us, The Photographer and I joined her at Utopia for tapas and drinks. For Prizzo Skeezy readers not located in Atlanta, tapas is Spanish for rip off. Since I do not like dropping thirty dollars and leaving hungry, I did not sample […]