The Soup Nazi Meets Shakespeare at Melody Chinese Restaurant
In which our beloved Cliff gets told how to eat ... and he LOVES it.
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...
Murphy’s: Go For The Corn, Not The Clink
I can never write about Murphy’s Restaurant in Virginia-Highland without telling this story: Over 30 years ago, I landed at my first meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous. The lead-up wasn’t pretty. I was driving hom...
It’s All Going to Kale
Our attitudes toward many foods are strongly affected by memory. Your mother fed you SpaghettiOs on Sunday afternoons while she let you wear her jewelry, for example, and you still crave the stuff. Perhaps you ...