Tag: Cabbagetown

Drake and Migos are playing at State Farm Arena, Cabbagetown plays host to a chili cook-off at Chomp and Stomp Festival, and Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark are performing My Favorite Murder live at the Fox Theatre.

Thousands of apartments have sprouted up across Atlanta since the recession. The city’s supply of condos, meanwhile, slowed to a relative trickle, tamped down by lender apprehension, millennial preferences to rent, and other factors. But it seems that’s slowly beginning to change.

The small-batch leather and canvas accessories by Glad & Young Studio are as fun-loving as they are functional. Offering bags and purses with playful accents, the Cabbagetown brand makes good on its namesake, an E. E. Cummings poem embracing joyful spontaneity.

Cabbagetown is a huge part of Jake Elsas family history—his great-great-grandfather founded the Fulton Bag and Cotton Mill. Today, Elsas runs the Patch Works museum with his wife in attempt to teach new residents about the neighborhood's mill town roots.

Petit Chou is great for a number of reasons. But perhaps the number one reason to return to this Cabbagetown cafe again and again is for chef Diana Presson Eller’s “the Whole Chou” salad.

With only one rehearsal before each production of their five-show season, the classically trained actors have just as much fun as the audience, who are encouraged to participate. If anyone forgets a line, everyone drinks.

Oraien Catledge might not have been able to see that well—a childhood illness left him with impaired vision—but he knew where to look.

In a city that often feels like a tangled patchwork of sovereign territories, these independent grocers anchor their neighborhoods with a strong sense of place and pride. (And maybe even a really great cheeseburger.)

The Wall Street Journal says fewer and fewer Americans are dining out to lunch. It's time-consuming and more expensive than cooking at home. But it can also be a much-needed mental health break. If you're looking for a new lunch spot, here's a few in Atlanta worth trying.

When Lola was just a chubby nugget of a girl with a headful of peach fuzz, my mom bought me a strange, neon-green contraption that changed our lives: a handlebar-mounted bicycle seat for kids, replete with a seatbelt, faux steering wheel with a smiley face, and a helmet with rubber kitten ears.