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Staplehouse Restaurant Review

For reasons I will explain later, this is probably the most difficult review I have written to date. Finding myself with late appointments one Thursday, and with Mrs. C out of town, I thought I might try dining alone and waiting out the traffic at Staplehouse, in the Old Fourth

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Meandering Through Manhattan

Attending the annual meeting in New York of the Masters of Fox Hounds Association (the unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible, to quote Oscar Wilde), Mrs. C and I ensconced ourselves at The Pierre and made a culinary tour of Manhattan in the limited time we had, arriving Wednesday in

My Most Memorable Meal

KHAN’S INDIAN GRILL – FAYETTEVILLE, AK  Anyone with a love of dining sufficient to read a food blog will no doubt have a most memorable meal. It will probably be stored somewhere in the subconscious, adjacent to losing one’s virginity in the case of males, or the first pleasurable erotic experience, in

Some Random Notes

LITTLE BACCH (REDUX)  Mrs. C. and I recently paid another visit to Little Bacch, for the specific purpose of sharing their roasted chicken, presented head, feet and all. As luck would have it, the couple with whom we shared our last dinner there had the same idea, arriving thirty minutes after us. They

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Kevin Rathbun Steak: The Great Steak out – Part Deux

Having reviewed Bones some time ago, and with KRS Steak, Hal’s, Chops and New York Prime remaining for visits from Mrs. C and myself, I scored the daily double for this visit. First, in role reversal fashion, we were invited as guests of clients of mine (my “niece” whom you may

Fourth and Swift Restaurant Review

Before I get to the essence of my review, I think a discussion of the rules is in order.  If my total experience at a restaurant is, overall, bad, you won’t read about it here. I don’t use this blog as an internet rant platform. Any respectable food critic, which I am

The Elder Tree Restaurant Review

As readers of my posts are aware, Mrs. C and I recently enjoyed Sunday brunch at Argosy in East Atlanta Village. What I failed to mention was that after I had settled the check, and while Mrs. C went to powder her nose in anticipation of the long drive home, I

Argosy Restaurant Review

Some years ago one of my frequent luncheon companions adopted the rule that he would not dine in any establishment where the servers had tattoos or piercings, fearing the incidence of transmission of hepatitis C was greater because of it. The confluence of two thoughts finally changed his mind: 1)

The Treehouse Restaurant Review

From a food perspective this may be one of my shorter posts, although the background information tends to extend its length. For approximately ten years I have been meeting a client for lunch, the frequency of which has been anywhere from every few years to every few months. She is

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Organic Buffalo Mozarella on the Amalfi Coast of Italy

If you believe in reincarnation, and have higher aspirations than those of Woody Allen to return as Warren Beatty’s fingertips, you could do much worse than reappear as a water buffalo on Tenuta Vannulo, a farm in Paestum, Italy, which produces organic buffalo mozzarella, as well as yoghurt and gelato from the milk of water buffalos. 

The Cheetah Strip Club & Restaurant Review

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] THE CHEETAH  (Yes, you read it correctly)  During the height of the real estate boom years ago, I represented a group of bankers from the north Georgia mountains, who, whenever they came to Atlanta for our luncheon meetings, insisted that their restaurant of choice was the Cheetah. On our

The Old Hickory House

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] This will be, in part, a trip down memory lane. As a native Atlantan (my capitalist maternal great-grandparents reside in Oakland and my socialist paternal grandparents reside in the Workers’ Circle at Greenlawn) I have observed the evolution of the Atlanta restaurant scene first hand. I remember when, if you wanted a pizza, your choices were