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Welcome to a new decade of Atlanta dining. Here's what we're excited for, including Little Bear, Talat Market, Saito, Rodney Scott's BBQ, Bellsmouth Cafe, and more.

After your pilgrimages to the Grill, the Grit, the Globe, and—god forbid—the Taco Stand, do as the townies do and pull up a chair at these choice establishments.

In just nine short months, Pinky Cole, a former television producer, took Westview's Slutty Vegan from a commercial kitchen to a food truck to a line-forming, celebrity-championed phenomenon. How Instagram played a major role.

Yes, areas of this Korean spa in Duluth require you to be naked. But once you get over that detail, relaxation awaits.

Kevin Gillespie's latest bar and restaurant, Cold Beer, will open July 23 along the Eastside Trail. We chatted with the Gunshow chef about what kind of small plates to expect, why it's "very unlike a bar," and why it will feature a giant painting of a polar bear.

Food Network star and self-described coffee curmudgeon Alton Brown started drinking coffee in grade school. Where in Atlanta can a coffee purist find shops that care about their beans without unwittingly subjecting its guests to a Portlandia sketch? Brown and another outspoken coffee evangelist, Jason Dominy, who previously worked with Batdorf & Bronson, spill the beans.

Manager George Trusler, who started as a waiter, has been a fixture at Taqueria del Sol for 25 years, and the secret menu dish he named after himself paved the way for other secret Taqueria del Sol dishes.

It’s been more than three years since Google Fiber frenzy took hold of the Atlanta area. Google promised to change everything for folks fed up with unreliable internet connections, abysmal customer service, and expensive monthly bills. But a different reality took hold: Google ran wires, but didn't start service; Google tried to work with local governments, but couldn't work out deals; and ultimately Google couldn't find value in rolling out its service. One thing is indisputable: most Google Fiber hopefuls are now fed up.

Caroline Kalchthaler woke up one morning with a black eye, as if she had been punched or fallen out of bed and hit her face. But no such thing had happened. She tenderly covered it with makeup, and the bruising subsided. But then the black eye occurred again, and again.

U2’s intersections with Atlanta over the years have gone beyond the city as a requisite tour stop. For a band from Europe intent on deconstructing the myth of America, Atlanta—its imperfect icons, its musicians, its leaders—has been a specific, if rarely noticed, part of U2’s journey, not only for the city’s social justice movements of the past but for the present, too. In anticipation of U2’s first Atlanta concert in nine years, two generations of Georgians talk about the band.