Tag: Emory Point

The trend of concentrating restaurants in places such as Krog Street Market, Ponce City Market, and Inman Quarter may be helpful in a city just beginning to embrace pedestrian arteries. But these food halls and mini-malls turn their backs to our streets, hoarding their treasures inside.

When chef Todd Ginsberg set out to open The General Muir in 2013, he wanted to create a restaurant that paid homage to the delis that he and his parents grew up dining at. He planned to serve his childhood favorites, like matzoh ball soup, corned beef, and a pastrami sandwich, but there was one problem. “When I told my parents I was going to open a deli, my dad looked at me and said, ‘Todd, you don’t know how to make pastrami.'"

Chef Todd Ginsberg remembers watching his mom and aunts dance around the kitchen during Passover. They cooked heaping plates of charoset, matzoh ball soup, and brisket for more than 40 family members. It was a special holiday, one reserved for the family. When Ginsberg opened the General Muir in 2012, he wanted to extend the tradition to the rest of Atlanta.

Emory Village has developed a reputation for being a notoriously difficult area for restaurants. But that's not stopping Fred Castellucci, who is relocating Double Zero Napoletana from Sandy Springs.

Atlantans love big houses, so wouldn’t the thought of living in 600 square feet (or less) induce claustrophobia? Hardly, say the managers of upscale new apartment communities from Buckhead to Inman Park, where micro rentals are in high demand at premium prices.

A family owned and operated Italian restaurant, Marcello’s Pizzeria & Trattoria has been serving brick oven pizzas and pastas in Buckhead for 32 years. Next month, owners and brothers Julian and Marcello Najm will open a second location—this one in the former La Tagliatella space at Emory Point.

Revisit cinematic classics and enjoy family favorites with these summer films. It’s not quite the same as going to a drive-in, but it beats sitting on the couch, glued to Netflix.

Last October, my best eating buddy passed away unexpectedly. I could count on Leon to stomach four barbecue joints during an afternoon research blitz, don a jacket and tie for dinner at Quinones at Bacchanalia, and debate the fine points of artisan gins over late-night cocktails. A native Atlantan, Leon gamely explored the fringes of his hometown, accepting impromptu invites to try Oaxacan moles in Jonesboro or Korean monkfish stew in Duluth.