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The way taxis work—or, more specifically, don’t work—in this town is dumbfounding. Imagine a company that promises to perform a service, then simply chooses not to. And doesn’t even bother letting the customer know.

Asha Gomez discusses eating her way through Italy, her first career, and India's influence on her cooking.

The latest pickleball venue to open in Atlanta, Painted Pickle offers much more than the tennis-like game. Created by Justin Amick and William Stallworth, the team being the Painted Pin and the Painted Duck, Painted Pickle is a “compeatery” (a word Amick coined to describe the venue's vibe) with live music, lawn games, poker, ping-pong, a putting green, table shuffleboard, and more.

With all the haircare products out there, how do you know which ones are best for you? Thanks to Candace Mitchell and Chanel Martin, who studied at Georgia Tech, there’s an app for that.

The best form of sensory overload is found in New Orleans, where your eyes try to take in the dizzying rainbow array of shotgun homes and you can’t walk more than one block without hearing jazz playing on the street. The vibrant city may overwhelm with humidity most days of the year, but it’s hard to resist its charms—especially if you’re a food enthusiast.

From hostile customers to grueling hours to low wages, restaurant work has always been challenging. Those in the industry face high rates of anxiety and depression, as well as higher reported rates of substance use disorder than workers in other professions. In an industry beset with burnout, restaurant workers are paying more attention to their mental health. Their bosses are, too.

Where to find excellent Tamil cuisine in metro Atlanta, plus, can we please be done with Styrofoam, the little coffins made of waxed cardboard, and even the ecoconscious alternatives, which seem to be made of porous materials that suck the life and moisture out of the food?

Jeremiah Buziba is five years old. He stands at the end of a line of 11 kids he met less than a month ago, in front of a classroom full of adults he doesn’t know. He doesn’t appear to be overly familiar with the song he’s supposed to be singing, “God Is with You Always.” And yet he’s stealing the show.

Like just about every other sizable body of water in Georgia, Carters Lake is not a lake but a reservoir. It was created thirty-six years ago, when the Coosawattee River—which had been diverted to permit construction of the largest earthen dam east of the Mississippi—slammed into the dam’s embankment.

“Man,” Lee Haney says, “I am puzzled! Golly. Oh my goodness. Mass confusion! I feel like Captain America when he fell in the ice and woke up years later.”