With all the shit that’s happened while I’ve been in Georgia, you’d think I’d hate it there. Eaten alive by mosquitoes until my legs and forehead made me look like the Elephant Man, thrown into the county lockup for a traffic violation, horrific air quality that caused a nasty sore throat and headache, and humidity so stifling it feels like a wet towel wrapped around your face everywhere you go.
On the plus side, I got to hang out with a friend from 16 years in my past. Got to be a foodie nerd with his wife Deb and shot a short film with his kids Jake and Henry. They bailed me out when I was in trouble and I’ll have a hard time repaying them for that kindness, besides the obvious financial responsibility. I believe I drank more in the last week than I have in the last six months. Kraken Rum and last night, his friend Jim Kinney introduced me to his home brewed red ale. Damn good! He’s a big time liberal and yet, has the largest collection of guns I’ve ever seen in one house! Why should the tea baggers be the only armed citizens, damnit?
I’m told Atlanta has a crazy immigrant community, which is evident in the number of restaurants scattered around the area. Chinatown strip malls with authentic Chinese buffets.
The Indian mall was equally impressive. Had a nice lunch with Scott, Jim and Ginny Kinney, and Kevin Madigan the editor of the Tucker branch of Patch.com. We spent a good amount of time discussing whether or not my incarceration was news or not. Not sure what he decided, he might link to my goofy blog on the patch site. Who knows.
The only disturbing thing about the Indian restaurant was the mysterious hose attachment to the toilet…
The chile relleno at Taqueria Los Hermanos was the best thing ever. I had originally ordered a trout dish, but they had run out! Judging by the quality of the chile relleno, I’m guessing my original dish woulda been killer.
As a last treat, and for Scott’s birthday, we went to this place…
Brick fired pizzas that were to die for! Christ, they were good.
Forgot to mention that Deb cooked up some fantastic food, as well. It was the running joke that the longer I stayed enjoying her culinary skills, the more likely it would be that Scott would be the one asked to leave!