When I was in college, Monday night was just an extension of the weekend. (So too were Tuesday through Thursday.) But when you strap on the tie and white-collar yourself to the corporate world, Funday Mondays go the way of keg stands and funnels. You just don’t do them any more. But down in Atlanta, in a much nicer setting than a frat house basement, a few friends set up a brewery called Monday Night Brewing and things still get corporately wild.
In all the conversations that I’ve ever been a part of or overheard, pertaining to Atlanta, the city always seems to be the setting of terrible traffic, highway shutdowns after one inch of snowfall, bad local sports teams, or crime. I had never heard anything very glamorous. But one of the city’s overlooked gems is its green space. The best parks in Atlanta not only run through the city’s heart, but can be found in all corners of this urban jungle, which by the way does have quite a lot of charm.
I don’t know what most people conjure up when they think of the South–accents that twang like a poorly tuned banjo, a culture of barbecue, Confederate flag tattoos? But after trips to Charleston, New Orleans, and Memphis, I think only of brunch… which brings us to Georgia, where I sought out the best brunch Atlanta could dish up. Here’s the Midtown Edition.
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After fifteen minutes of walking past large-buttressed chatannyes and all the ingredients that would make for a creole feast, in raw form, the Bushman made his announcement: “Tarzan in the jungle, ah woo.” Out from the spiky bromeliads and endless fern swung my guide, Peter Green, the Bushman. We were hiking together to Dominica’s Boiling Lake. Read more