Bocado, just opened on the Westside.
My stove may be suffering from abandonment issues.
Once used on a close-to-Julia-Child basis, now it sits cold and forsaken, while I’ve been taking full advantage of my empty-nester status to enjoy flitting from restaurant to restaurant. Here are a few that I’ve visited in the past few weeks.
Bocado just opened on Howell Mill Road. This Westside area, where Bacchanalia first ventured and was considered a pioneer for locating there, is now burgeoning with new restaurants. And I couldn’t be happier. I live five minutes away. Todd Ginsberg, previously with the Concentrics folks, is the executive chef. Brian Lewis, who previously owned TABLE in Birmingham, is the owner.
The menu, like the décor, is simple, with 11 shared selections and 7 entrees for dinner. I loved my choice of Chesapeake flounder, and my husband became somewhat delirious with his choice of the burger stack. Made with three cuts of beef and served on buns from H&F, it was a mile-high stack of yummy. (www.bocadoatlanta.com, 887 Howell Mill Road.) Read the full post »
by admin on November 20, 2009
(l-r) Randall Harr, Amber Nash, Anthony Irons, Amy Roeder and Steven Westdahl in a sketch from the The Second City: Peach Drop, Stop and Roll. Photo by Greg Mooney.
When you live in a city known for being number one for toxicity, the longest commutes and a reputation for botching the Olympics, well – you just gotta laugh.
Which is exactly what we did for two hours as the talented ensemble from The Second City skewered my beloved hometown in “Peach, Drop Stop and Roll” at the Alliance Theatre’s Hertz Stage.
Loosely centered around the “mildly popular” Peach Drop held each year on New Year’s Eve in Underground Atlanta, this series of sketches is primarily Atlanta-focused, with jabs at locals such as Matt Ryan, Tom Sullivan, Clark Howard and Shirley Franklin’s flower. References abound to institutions ranging from Rich’s to the Ping Pig and the Clermont Lounge, which warranted its own skit of a dancer using her assets to crush beer cans. Read the full post »
by admin on November 14, 2009
This is the place to find the real stuff in Santa Fe. Just be prepared to squat to get a closer look.
What a bummer. As many as 90% of pieces that are said to be made by Native American craftsmen are fake, says the New Mexico attorney general’s consumer protection division, as reported today in the Wall Street Journal.
This story caught my eye as I just returned from Santa Fe last week, and spent a large portion of my free time looking at the gorgeous jewelry there. Well, primarily I was involved in a massive temptation fest, trying to come up with some plausible justification for buying the most gorgeous turquoise and coral necklace. But despite harnassing all my creative abilities, I was unable to manufacture a reasonable excuse to spend $225 on myself. It’s the same thing about getting a keratin treatment for my hair, although I’d be much happier leaving the frizz-fighting efforts behind for a while. But I digress.
Unlike many other endeavors where it’s sometimes hard to distinguish the fake from the real (see my upcoming post on my new purse consignment business), it’s easy to buy the real stuff in Santa Fe.
Just go to the Santa Fe Plaza and in front of the Palace of the Governors you will see a whole row of American Indian artists selling their authentic pieces of jewelry. I loved strolling along the rows, and bending down to examine the pieces on the rolled-out blankets. Although I didn’t spring for the necklace (sigh) I did find a few others that were just $18 and $20. In addition to the usual jewelry pieces, you can often find items such as silver guitar picks, which a woman next to me was buying for members of her band. Read the full post »
by admin on November 2, 2009
