No kid dreams of waiting tables when he grows up. At least, that’s what we learned from five of Atlanta’s veteran servers, who’ve each spent 20 to 45 years taking orders, filling glasses, and brushing crumbs from tables. So what makes someone stick with this job for their entire life?
At the age of 17, during the following winter, I saw King’s first march in Albany. Despite pleas in the Albany Herald for its white readers to refrain from glorifying these “trouble-makers and outside agitators,” my father surprised me by inviting me to go downtown with him one Saturday morning to witness King’s first march.
Using HOPE’s instability as justification, casino advocates last year resurrected efforts to change gambling laws. MGM Resorts International hired an army of 16 lobbyists to drum up support, emphasizing that Georgians already spend an estimated $346 million each year rolling the dice in nearby states.
In July, the museum announced it had hired Rand Suffolk—the 47-year-old president of the Philbrook Museum of Art, a Tulsa institution housed inside a stunning 1920s villa and surrounded by 23 acres of gardens.
Perk up your commute with three Atlanta-based podcasts: Switchyards, 1 Beer 1 Song, and Comcastro.
In 2007, Adam Pugh, director of operations at the 1,500-acre Rock Ranch, created Pumpkin Destruction Day as a fun way to recycle extra pumpkins on the farm.
On November 14, Kermit returns as part of the center’s 7,500-square-foot Worlds of Puppetry Museum, which includes two permanent galleries: one devoted to 3,000-plus international puppets and another featuring some of the 500 Muppets and props donated by Henson’s family in 2007.
Not long ago, Clayton County was metro Atlanta’s cautionary example of municipal dysfunction. Then came DeKalb. We rank each venality out of 10.
What do you hear when you drop an accordion from a 10-story building? “Applause,” quips Jack Brantley, one of the few artisans in the Southeast qualified to patch the long-suffering instrument back together and restore it to tunefulness.
Sarah O’Brien uses a standard recipe for making her irresistibly flaky crusts. So how come hers taste so much better than ours? “It’s all about the little things,” she says.
A first look at four newcomers to Atlanta’s restaurant scene: Tavernpointe, Madras Mantra, Gus’s World Famous Fried Chicken, and Mason Tavern
Here, oysters Rockefeller, cheese soufflé, and New York strip with bordelaise are made with such close attention to sourcing and with such careful, uncluttered technique that you start to pine for the days when food like this was served nightly by old-line clubs.
The (Pint) Glass Ceiling: Sarah Green is Georgia’s only female full-time professional brewer—for now
Of the estimated 100 full-time brewers at Georgia’s 47 craft breweries, Sarah Green, of SweetWater Brewing Company, is the only woman.
In an ideal world, all public restrooms would have automatic faucets, fresh linens, mouthwash, and those fancy, high-tech toilets from Japan. But that’s not the world we live in. And at the end of a heavy meal, nothing clears the palate and jump-starts digestion quite like a digestif: brandy, Armagnac, eau de vie, grappa.
Until five years ago, Marlene Baker had never put beaters to batter. Luckily, Baker—the self-taught creator of A Cup a Cake’s golden, delicate coconut rum cakes—is a quick study.
For the High Museum of Art’s first-ever fashion exhibition, curator Sarah Schleuning wanted to highlight innovation, not trends. So she chose the experimental van Herpen, whose mind-bending creations turn the adage “form follows function” on its head.
Bordered on the north by Atlantic Station and the south by Georgia Tech, Home Park is in the heart of west Midtown. And yet the compact neighborhood remains somewhat hidden in plain sight—well, as hidden as a neighborhood can be when it abuts a premier university and a sprawling outdoor mall and entertainment complex.
This fall, Brit-born Bernard and industrial designer Suzuko Hisata launch Wake Up Dear, a modern design lighting brand. Their marquee product line, ODO, consists of striking, one-of-a-kind chandeliers made from birch plywood and hand-wrapped with woven thread in geometric patterns.
A few years ago, my sister and I took it upon ourselves to host a family Thanksgiving. The occasion presented a variety of challenges, not least of which was her aversion to gluten.
For the past four years, Peter Ferrari has made his living as a full-time artist, which is no mean feat when you consider that his canvas is often the side of a building—not exactly a transportable medium.
I was one of nine Southern female authors assembled by Vanity Fair magazine for a photo shoot to accompany an article about us. And there, on the Swan House lawn, was that quirk again, this time in the form of hats.
Judge Horace J. Johnson Jr. sits behind a desk covered with case files, in the shadow of a 12-foot wall lined with law books thick as bricks. A mountain of words. He prepared yesterday for the civil docket he’ll preside over today: divorces, separations, child custody issues.