Author Cliff Bostock

America is not a country known around the world for having a big heart. Thus, a public health crisis of the magnitude we’re seeing right now stands to devastate the lives of people who, in any other prosperous ...

If you pursue education in journalism and psychology, as I did, you are cursed with a double dose of curiosity. You annoy a lot of people by asking a lot of questions. For example, during two visits to the new ...

A few days after I finished undergrad, I began five years of working for three newspapers in rural Georgia. I first moved to Elberton, where I was educated in virulent racism, church revivals, drunken murder, a...

The holidays have, at last, released us from their suffocating grip. Every year, they pin us down and shove food down our throats for a month. Then we spend the first three weeks of January rolling around in sa...

We are not rats in a maze in search of cheese, right? And yet I feel like a dumb rat in a learning experiment whenever I visit the maze called West Midtown. I drive and I walk in seemingly arbitrary patterns un...

Food is a signifier of class. If you eat beans and rice at home for dinner, you are nobody. But if you go to a restaurant and order perfectly plated French food, you are definitely somebody. The problem is that...

For multiple reasons, I’m not a huge fan of food halls. I don’t enjoy the suffocating crowds, power-walking in search of often mediocre food that passes itself off as fashionable just because it exists where it...

Why the hell are y’all still eating at Chick-fil-A? Thanks to you, the good Christians there have built the company into the nation’s third-largest restaurant chain, meaning it has even more dollars to contribu...

“You can find some variation of a taco on almost every menu across the country,” says an essay on the website of the new Supremo Taco in Grant Park. It’s true. If you fold any kind of ingredients into a tortill...