Atlanta’s ultimate hair-of-the-dog destination, located (where else?) in Little Five Points. On early weekend afternoons, the customers usually fall into two categories: the bedraggled, often leaning on the long bar solo or in brooding pairs, and the perky, who tend to congregate in the pub’s cavernous back room, growing noisier as they imbibe.
The nearly extinct, upscale all-you-can-eat Sunday brunch craze of the 1980s lives on at the stately Buckhead Ritz. Pile your plate with chilled seafood, freshly baked croissants and other pastries, prepared salads, cheese blintzes, roasted potatoes, bacon and sausage, sushi rolls, and parfaits and a dozen other mini desserts.