Tag: Bell Street Burritos

When the pandemic began, Jake Rothschild was ambivalent about what might happen with the market that relies so heavily on foot traffic. But Glide Pizza opened a takeout window in July, followed by two new tenants, D.B.A Sandwich Company and Bottega Benne, and the market was rejuvenated.

Bell Street is as necessary now as it was when it stepped in to fill the Tortillas void a decade ago.

Restaurants are scrappy and innovative—and overwhelmed. It’s going to take all of us pitching in to help them rebound.

On Monday, Mayor Keisha Lance Bottoms called for Atlantans to stay at home unless absolutely necessary to leave, while Governor Brian Kemp called for only called for high-risk persons to shelter in place. Here’s your Tuesday morning update:

Parking in Atlanta can be a nightmare, especially when all you want is a bite to eat. So we've rounded up where you can park for free. No, not complementary valet and no, not in the occasional open space found on a side street after rounding the block three times. These are free lots next to the restaurant itself.

On the surface, each of Atlanta's fast-casual burrito joints is virtually indistinguishable. Sure, some give you free chips, others offer barbecue sauce, queso, or green chiles, but at the end of the day, you start with a tortilla, you get rice, beans, meat, a choice of salsas, cheese, sour cream, and/or guacamole. Which begs the question: Which of these fast-casual chains is the best?

The next big thing in app technology: meal delivery. Six services have launched in Atlanta since last year. We went ahead and tested each one for you.

Ranked among the best in the city, Bell Street Burritos sells 300 burritos a day. But back in 2010, owner Matt Hinton was just an adjunct professor of theology and religion trying to mimic a recipe from the much-loved Tortillas.

The absolute worst part about my otherwise enviable job? Parking. Depending on where I go, I’m left to navigate wonky meters, spiral-of-death garages (Empire State South), ridiculously steep terrain (Bell Street Burritos in south Buckhead), and dark, suspicious lots (basically everywhere in Little Five Points and East Atlanta).

I have a secret fantasy: I want to spank waiters. Why? Because wine service in Atlanta, on average, is abominable. Two reasons: First, when you order a bottle, waiters are far too eager to pour through the entire thing when you aren’t looking. Hands off, garçon. I’ll pour my own wine and drink at my own speed.