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--mostly short, sometimes a little tall, but NEVER average--from our last newsletter's calendar of events. Our February agenda was set in motion with zest when we enjoyed pizza and calzones in the bay area of the converted filling station now known as Fellini's at Garden Hills. Our inaugural visit to The Spice Thai and Malaysian in Toco Hills lived up to its name, both literally and figuratively, as we were graced with the long-awaited return of our co-editor to join us at an event. To borrow a melodic lyric from Broadway, Kendra: "It's so nice to have you back where you belong!" Our excursions to Himalayas and Zyka provided us with their traditional tastes of the subcontinent in true style, complete with native patrons and rhythmic music. Raging Burrito proved to be all the rage with us, drawing a multitude of enthusiastic fans to enjoy its Southwest fare and poignantly stark ambience. The conversation during our meal was so lively that we felt compelled to continue it across Church Street at the quite cozy, almost new, San Francisco Coffee Roasting Company. In short, it was a most comforting way to come in from the cold of a very wintery George Washington's Birthday. Our march through March commenced with a journey to Decatur to savor the Byzantine return to article listing |
culinary treasures served up by the ever-popular Cafe Istanbul. We proceeded forward to Chamblee to chow down on the plentiful portions cooked up by Athens Pizza, presented with Spartan precision by our rather unemotive waitress. Her novel, no-nonsense approach to her life's calling motivated us to make our menu selections with heightened expedition, resulting in a welcome acceleration of our delivery from hunger. We were moved to mirth by our meal at Mirage, while the savory seasonings of Sai Ram satiated the sagacious who saw fit to socialize there.
The curries and noodles prepared by Erawan Thai were served with verve,
effecting great glee in all who could see the fine effort. Our unplanned
diversion to Panchar proved fortuitous, as we partook of the panoply of
Punjabi palate-pleasers presented punctually by the proud proprietor. We
immersed ourselves in the culture and cuisines of the Orient as we dined at
Chinatown Mall, and bid a fond farewell to the Vietnamese mainstay Cha Gio
in its current location as it negotiates the sale of the valuable land it
operates on. We sincerely hope that its owners choose to relocate its
marvelous food and exceptional service to another convenient in-town site! |
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