“If there was just some certainty, it would change everything.”
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Tourist guides often say Jackson Street Bridge offers the most iconic view of the city, but I think standing on Memorial Drive at Hill Street facing east is the most Atlanta view of Atlanta.
There wasn’t another human in sight, and, in this setting, there didn’t need to be.
“The term ‘small-batch’ is just a meaningless, offensive term now, but Lance actually makes three barrels of something, and it’s so fucking good.”
“There was a lot of pressure to bring out ‘whales,’ and talk about how you got this beer or how long you waited in line. For lack of a better term, it was a dick-measuring contest, and I wasn’t tasting anything.”
If Nakamura.ke feels like it came from a dream, that’s because it did.
“What I often think when I drink out of those glasses is, these people took their drink seriously.”
Elliott Street is a tiny blue collar stronghold, stubbornly sticking it out as all that glass and steel encroaches, as though someone cast a forcefield around it long before “mixed-use” entered our collective vernacular.
The Ideal Bartender School aims to offer disadvantaged communities an economic path forward—and other organizations are following suit.
“It was like dusting off The Joy of Cooking for the first time in a hundred years to a group of people who really like to eat.”
The most diplomatic descriptions of fernet usually include terms like “polarizing” and “acquired taste,” while more straightforward takes liken its belligerently botanical, often mentholated flavor profile to that of Listerine or Robitussin.
“Mezcal is such a beautiful and rare spirit that takes so much hard labor and time to produce. You want to make sure you're not masking it with a blast of hops or malts.”
The British mixer brand sets the stage for growth with new products and a stateside team.
Craft beer’s bro-code is still enforcing outdated typecasts on what we define as good beer, bad beer and who drinks which.
Many kids grow up with an aversion to certain vegetables, but I can recall the exact moment my disdain for Brussels sprouts turned into a full-fledged fear.
Over sweating cans of cucumber gose, Shyretha’s telling me about Ma Ruby: “People would get off work and stop by to get a plate to bring home. That was dinner on Friday nights.”
In the midst of navigating all the outdated customs that come with planning a wedding, any chance to stray from tradition—like registering for whiskey instead of Waterford—is a revelation.
The ability to draw out clues about a guest’s palate (“I like fruity drinks!” “Just don’t make it too sweet...") and turn that into a drink recommendation they’ll love is the hallmark of a great bartender.