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 […]

Friday night, recurring Propeller Skies characters The Beaver, Katt, Chris, Young Deezy, and I met at Franco’s to drink beer. Prior to hitting Franco’s we attempted to gather at Apres Diem, but the inconsiderate chickenheads did not provide sufficient parking. Fuck Midtown Promenade. Bunch of bitches anyway.
At Franco’s, the tenderloin […]

While living in Texas for two years, I was unable to locate even one example of a Texas Hot.
On the surface, Johnny’s Lunch appears to be nothing more than a quintessential blue collar hot dog and hamburger joint. What makes Johnny’s Lunch special is their supremely zesty sauce. I highly recommend […]

The Man shut the East Atlanta Beer Festival down promptly at 6 pm. Cocksucker. The Professor and I rolled to Oakhurst.
I think we intended to eat at Sweet Devil Moon. We ate at the creatively named Oakhurst Grill, which had a key advantage over Sweet Devil Moon. The Oakhurst […]

Last Sunday evening, recurring Propeller Skies character The Professor and I went to Atlantic Station for dinner. After wandering around looking for a chain without ten other Atlanta locations, we settled on Rosa Mexicano.
Unfortunately, Rosa Mexicano serves an oxymoron: gourmet Mexican. Because the cuisine of Mexico is inherently basic and bold, […]

The Man, not content with packing us into cubicles and keeping us down, tortured us with Pizza Hut pizza and a 150* slide Powerpoint presentation during lunch today. Amazingly, Pizza Hut has developed pizza with absolutely no flavor.
I like pizza. I have dreams about eating big floppy slices of pepperoni pizza […]

Last Thursday evening I braved the Buckhead Shooting Gallery™ to eat at Nava. The parking situation is abysmal. Due to construction in front of the restaurant, cars are dropped off at Chops, which is approximately one mile* from Nava. This is some bullshit. Management should make the motherfucking valet run, we […]

Last Wednesday, I met recurring Propeller Skies character The Professor for drinks at the Brick Store Pub in Decatur. The Brick Store is essentially a neighborhood bar with minimalist interior decoration and a substantial selection of quality beers. This is a place for serious consumption. Upstairs is a Belgian bar, which deserves […]

Every now and again, recurring Propeller Skies characters Lisa, Kara, and I have lunch at Garrison’s. Although the food is not so bad, the service is unbelievably slow. The last time we visited, half an hour elapsed between the waiter bringing the check and finally returning with our credit cards. This […]

Based on a tip from Devon Suter in his post about mighty tasty pizza, I ordered a deep dish pie from Nancy’s Pizzeria. Devon is the man. Nancy’s pepperoni pizza is fucking superlative. Without a doubt, this is the best Chicago style pizza I have ever had. Nancy’s Pizzeria is my […]