Atlanta Ho!

Down in Atlanta for a few days. Got a chance to hang out with one of my favorite person on the planet - Crystal. She is an indie rock mom extraordinaire and a fine hair stylist to boot. We caught up on old times while checking down Atlanta's young & drunkeness scenes.


Then it was off to visit my other ''favorite'' person in the world - Matt at Fat Matt's Rib Shack. For under $10 you get a full plate of ribs slowed cooked all-day by a 300 pounds African-American. Comes with baked beans & white bread + sweet tea. The cashier had no teeth. The tender & aromatic meat falls off the bones at the slightest touch and the flavor lingers in your mouth. The homemade sauce is tangy and just a hint of spiciness. This is why I don't eat BBQ north of the Mason-dixon line & west of the Mississippi. Only in the south.