Brazil on the Beltline: Buteco
You remember 1965, right? You couldn’t possibly be gay, you would later think, because you totally hated Barbra Streisand, who won a Grammy for the song “People” that year. I mean you were a bullied kid and, un...
The Soup Nazi Meets Shakespeare at Melody Chinese Restaurant
In which our beloved Cliff gets told how to eat ... and he LOVES it.
A Halloween Tale: In Praise of Orange
Last week, I sat in my office eating candy corn with a client. Created in the 1880s, it is one of the nastiest substances on the planet, but my client and I were using it as a means of mindfulness training. The...
No Tex-Mex on the Menu? Caramba!
There’s barely an inch of intown Atlanta that hasn’t been deformed by “gentrification.” Gentrifiers hate the word because it alludes to a prosperous class that drives traditionally poorer residents from their n...
Summer Bodies Are Made in Winter (Or at Nam Phuong in Autumn.)
Autumn allegedly arrived last week and you know what that means: Soon your body will start gathering fat to protect you from the winter cold and feed you during your hibernation at Manifest and Flex. So, this w...