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 […]

Last week, recurring Propeller Skies character The Beaver and I went to West Egg Cafe for brunch. Alert Prizzo Skeezy readers will recall I ate at West Egg Cafe before and was not impressed. Unfortunately my side of town suffers from a paucity of tasty breakfast places, so I gave the West Egg […]

Saturday, recurring Propeller Skies character Hunter and I drove to Fatburger for lunch. Fatburger is smoove as hell.
the shake
Fatburger shakes are fucking premium. They taste delicious because the shakes are made with real motherfucking ice cream. Calorie counters need not worry, as effort expended sucking the thick shake down burns […]

The Mexican restaurant in East Atlanta* angered me when it opened by significantly reducing free parking spaces proximate to East Atlanta Village. Despite recommendations from friends and internet acquaintances, I refused to try the Mexican restaurant because of my anger.
Last Friday, Hunter, recurring Propeller Skies character The Photographer, and I went to […]

A few Saturdays ago, I wound up in Grantville, Georgia. Never mind why. When I arrived in downtown Grantville, the place was hopping, which I found very strange. After exiting the car, I discovered there was a rock concert going on at one of the railroad depots.
While in Grantville, […]

Last month*, Mizzo, Deezy, The Beaver, and I ate at a Bangladeshi joint called Panahar on Atlanta’s international boulevard. Like several other mighty zesty Atlanta restaurants, eg. South of France Freedom, this one is cleverly hidden in a strip mall.
Our waiter asked us a few questions about what meats and flavors we […]

I walk into a cavernous dining room. The focal point is a gorgeous bar, which could only be made more beautiful by strapping Stephanie Swift clothed in latex fetish wear to it.
I sit down and notice the Graveyard Tavern has Pabst Blue Ribbon on tap for only two fifty a glass. […]

Wednesday evening, The Beaver, The Rabbit, The Dog, Katt, and I went to dinner at Gilbert’s. Reservations are a good idea, as the interior is diminutive.
Service was excellent. Our waitress flew to Latrobe, Pennsylvania, chose only the finest malt and hops, personally supervised the brewing process, and pulled me a bottle […]

Sunday, I arrived fashionably late to brunch at the original Atkins Park and was exiled to the far end of the table. I was not ecstatic about sitting with people I do not know. I was also not particularly interested in getting to know them. Instead of striking up a conversation, I […]