[This review is rather pointless, since Smoove took so fucking long to write it that the goddamn place went out of business in the meantime. But we be running short of content up in this bitch, so here it is anyway - Ed.]
After shooting some flicks, The Republican, The Beaver, and I rolled into […]

As background for my Swedish readers, The Colonnade is an Atlanta institution located on Cheshire Bridge Road*. The restaurant serves food indigenous to the American south. This can include such disgusting dishes as collard greens and okra, however a limited number of southern foods are fit for human consumption.
the first colonnade […]

I fucking hate sushi. Raw fish smells awful and is simply not fit for human consumption. So of course I agreed to meet The Beaver, My Favorite Person In The Whole World, and some other people at Wasabi in Ghettoberry Hood.
While waiting for the other people, The Beaver and I […]

Young Deezy and I had time to kill in Castleberry Hill on a Monday* afternoon, so we rolled up on Paschal’s. Not the old school restaurant where Martin Luther King and a bunch of famous people hung out, but a new, improved, and sanitized version.
This was a while ago**, so, I have […]

Before I moved to Ghettoberry Hood, I stopped in at No Mas Cantina for lunch. The food was all right, but not spectacular.
In contrast, the dinner served up by No Mas Cantina is much tastier. The day I moved in, I met up with The Beaver and The Republican for a […]

Elliott Street Pub is, surprisingly, a pub located on Elliott Street. Two Brooklyn brothers renovated a dilapidated building and dropped a little slice of the Northeast in Castleberry Hill. Atlanta needs more bars like the Elliott Street Pub.
As implied by the name, the Elliott Street Pub serves a variety of […]

Long time Propeller Skies readers will recall that in the days of way back, The Vertical One, Greta Von Dom, and I rolled up on Slice. Overall, it was a decent venue, but Castleberry Hill was not exactly happening. Recently, I have been finding myself in that neighborhood - and eating at Slice […]

Some time ago, recurring Propeller Skies commenter Ross mentioned Five Guys Burgers in Lindbergh Center. Took me a while to get there, but a ground cow loving cracker like me had to make the journey.
a battle of burger titans: five guys versus fat
Both burger joints share the same philosophy: burgers should […]

The other night I ditched Netparty and paid a visit to legendary Atlanta Italian joint Alfredo’s with recurring Propeller Skies characters Mizzo, Deezy, and The Photographer. Some undisclosed persons were also in attendance.
Alfredo’s angers me. The table shared appetizers that included (in alphabetical order, because I am anal like that), calamari, […]

The other day, recurring Propeller Skies player hater The Professor and I went to Feast in Decatur for lunch. I had the panini (Italian for ten dollar sandwich) with meat*. Fucking worth it. Our sever was way cool, friendly, and a nineteen year old hot blonde Georgia State student.
notes:
* There […]