Kiss Our Grits: Beta Chapter

il Localino

2008-02-01T17:45:00.000-08:00

'Promise we didn't really take the break that it seems- the broads of Beta actually did visit a restaurant in late November, but the whole experience wasn't much more than OK for us, so consider it better left unshared for your sake and ours...

All that to say, these bunnies definitely be rollin' out the 08s the best way we can. Those who've been blessed to walk through the narrow and cracked-stone alleys of Roma know that the charm of Italia is never found within the walls of an oversized restaurant with red-checkered table cloths. Rather, the mom n' pop hole in the wall spots with no outward expression screaming "come and eat here!!" usually know how to do it to perfection. That's why the unsuspecting green and white awning off the less trafficked side of North Highland Ave should have been enough for us to know that we had in fact landed upon a winner.

Upon walking into this natty nook, you'll find a room crazed with pictures, character and charm- we're talking everything from Madonna posters and dancing snowmen to genuine Italian vases and fine silver.

Before our hineys could rest long enough to make the seats warm, our super fun waiters, Bruno and Sammy began gracing the table with a genuine taste of Italy. Bruno, our fun ‘stached friend, grated fresh parmesan cheese off a giant wheel sitting on a waitbay next to our table, and arranged a small plate with savory olives, extra virgin olive oil and some tasty garnishes. He brought out a two foot long roll of hot toasted baguette, and after testing it’s “crunch-factor” by banging against Corn’s head, he placed it directly on the table, and the “hounds” attacked. With a touch of balsamic, Holy sheesha, this ish was de-lish! All I have to say is, try not to overdue it, bc this tastey table treat is soooo good you will fill up before dinner… we did. As if that stopped us, though… pffft!

From the moment we arrived, Bruno and Sammy never stopped making our experience fun and entertaining. Whilst chomping on bread (I always wanted to use whilst in a sentence), they grabbed random hats from the Il Localino closet and planted them on our heads- and that’s when the jest really began…

From a Spartan to a Viking, or a ninja to a lobsta’, these guys just kept pullin’ the tricks out. There was no holding back as they took free reign on decking out us ladies to their liking. It’s too bad they didn’t know us better, bc we might have enjoyed their humor more if we weren’t so humble and quiet…. IN OPPOSITE WORLD! You know the broads of beta ate this costume party up, snappin’ Kodak moments left and right! Highlight of the outfits, hands down, SAUDI PROPER.

Just when we thought they had no more tricks up their sleeve, Bruno grabbed the cork off the bottle of wine and burned it above the flame of our candle. Confused eyes roamed from face to face around the table as we questioned amongst ourselves what in the hail he was doin’. With no comment nor hesitation, he reached for Corn’s face as she squirmed and shuttered. “No no!” he reassured as he grabbed a hold, and began to draw. Seconds later we had our blonde kitty- presh a la mesh! Course Gunz wanted in on the fun, so we spread the love.

Amongst all the hilarity, there was actually some food involved. For the sake of KOG’s Southern fried roots, we went with the Calamari Fritte appetizer, to ensure we had at least a small dosage of grease in our dinner diet. Surprisingly, the calamari was just ok for us. Don’t get us wrong, it was good and good, but all of us will admit we’ve had better, so don’t consider this the selling point of why to pay this place a visit.

The apps continued with a taste of tradition and delicious Caesar salads. P.S. When did Caesar salads become Italian?? Caesar was not Italian, yet this salad has somehow become an Italian restaurant staple. Maybe like how French Fries have nothing whatsoever to do with France??! Anywursh, this was scrum-didly-yumptious. The kitchen gladly split the salads in half for us to share, so two orders more than satisfied the ruffage fix for the table of six.

Though we may have been full enough to have to go ahead and undo that top button on the britches, our eyes lit up at the sight and scent of what came out next. Bunny to my right ordered the Chicken Madeira- a boneless breast of chicken in madeira wine sauce. It looked nice and rich and was served with a creamy polenta. But Jones didn't do much damage to it, so consider that as evidence that either she was too durrn full or she preferred the baked ziti down the way that she kept stealin' bites of as the better Italian treat. Speaking of, Gunz and Liana-Liana did Italia right with creamy rich pasta and CHEEEEEESE- Baked Ziti (with 3 cheeses). You would NOT be mad at this dish if you ordered it- 'NUF SAID! It came overflowing with bubbly rich cheese, and had the whole table passing their forks down for a tastey-poo.

Then there was the Fra Diavolo (or the Shrimp Marinara). This delectable treat was good and good and it did Corn just right to satisfy her seafood and Italian craving. Speaking of seafood, this bunny couldn't not get the best fish on the menu, so you better believe my tastebuds tried the savory goodness of the Grouper ala Florentina-.... ummm, love it! (Orrr, better said "Tara's rival high school!!"). The fish, garnished with lemon slices and delicious capers, was soft and flakey and served on a bed of spinach that was sauteed to perfection- yum!

There were other delicious delicacies, but between you, me and the bedpost, we're ready to get to the post-din goods! The staff surprised our birthday bunny with a chocolate cake that was to die for, and we went ahead and stood on chairs singing and banging pots and bells in celebration! Call me an amateur, but a restaurant that lets a group like ours come in and have our own show is one that need not be mentioned lightly. THIS PLACE ROCKS!!

I'll close this rodeo with some of our final Vogue moments... the smiles and expressions should speak for themselves... we dun' had a good time!

Doesn't that just all look DIVINE???
Well, look....
The decor was superb, the grub was rather tasty, the laughs were abundant, and your mom's kinda' pasty...
The staff's not actually Italian, but who cares?- We didn't know!
We had too much fun playing all night, and putting on a fashion show.
So what are you waiting for- get on it and book your crazy fun dinner.
We promise you a night where you can't stop laughing and a feast your tastebuds will call a winner! (that was totally lame!)

KOG may not be the best at updating our fun, dynamic posts.
But visit back soon bc we're already planning our next adventure to boast!!

Tata for now- booses!!

467 N. Highland Ave. Atlanta, GA 30307

JCT.

2007-10-12T21:02:00.001-07:00

Remember that time when six of Alanta's best would get together and bring the party to one of the A's choicest establishments for your very own personal avocation? Were you wondering whatever happended to the most entertaining group of broads you ever done seen?? Well dbm (don't be mad)- we just took a lil' breaky-poo for the summer and now the bunnies of Beta are back and in full effect.

This month, not one, but TWO members of our group found themselves celebrating another year of merriment. As the European sophistication of Persia collides with the Farmstead of Kinston, you've got quite the pair of diametric personalities to satisfy! Thanks to the vision of Chef Ford Fry, JCT. Kitchen & Bar offers something for both: the essence of a great French bistro with plates that serve up the heart and flavor of the South. Nestled in the cozy back corner of the Westside Urban Market off Howell Mill, JCT. (or Junction) seemed to be just what the doctor ordered for this birthday duo.

Naturally, when a girl considers it's her birthday, and she knows her picture is going to be on the "internets", she best make sure she look hott! So you better believe when the clock struck 7:30 p.m., seven fabulosities walked into the warm and welcoming foyer of JCT. and heads were immediately turning.

From the cool lamp shades and chic wainscot wood paneling to the incredibly comfortable "couch-booths" and dimmed lighting, everything about the ambiance said, "Feel sophisticatedly at home," so we did.... well the "at home" part at least!

Traditionally, when it comes to appetizers, there's two things we've been consistent in incorporating into our order: fried goodness and cheese. With that in mind, the JCT Onion Rings with tomato-apple ketchup (um, YUM!) and the Sweetgrass dairy Goat Cheese with framstand tomatoes and wood-grilled bread were no-brainers. Good? Doy and doy! Let's just say fingers were licked to relish the salty grease and plates were scraped for even a smidgen more of that creamy goodness on the tastebuds...
With that the meal was off to a great start. Because it had been a minute since this group had done the South up right, dinner selections were not as diverse as you may inquire. Forgive us, though. When a Beta craves her grits, step aside. She's gonna' order them, and you're gonna' be OK with it... that, or kiss 'em ;). That said, half the table ordered the incredibly delectable Georgia White Shrimp & Grits served with crusty bread for sopping. Holy Hanky Pankys, these things were AMAZING!! Sunken eyeballs in heads spoke in lieu of commentary proclaiming, "I'm in heaven, and I'm not all that aware of what you're saying to me right now... ."

Two other biscuits ordered more traditonal Southern fare with the Springer Mountain Fried Chicken served with skillet baked macaroni and cheese, and garlicky green beans. Our Kinston belle couldn't resist the starches, though, and substituted beans with butter whipped potatoes, which were as de-lish as they sound. Selection numero dos was good and GOOD all around! The meat was juicy and flavorful and the sides were truly irresistable. In all seriousness, Gunz just about had to throw some 'bows to fight us off of her mac n' cheese!

Now our beauiful bride-to-be branched out and ordered the Georgia Goat Cheese & Corn Agnolotti- that's fancy for HEAVEN IN MY MOUTH! With truffle, peas & carrots, this dish had Jones doin' cartwheels in her britches with every bite... Seriously, though, I've never seen this sweet pea get so ansy every time someone asked for a lil' taste; Bunny loved her food and for a moment had us convinced she'd rather spend the night with her ravioli, than her fiance!
That said, one can imagine who was the winner of the Clean Plate Award: why Miss Joni-kins herself, of course! We actually caught her pulling a T-Bomb at one point and scraping the sauce off of the plate with her fingers and licking it.... That was almost as clutch as our second place CPA winners, who were caught lapping the remnant off their plates... classy!

Have we yet to mention the fabulosity that served our dinner that night?? Nicole was a dove and a fiiiiiiiine one at that. We'd give her the Spoon award for being too cute if such a thing existed, but it doesn't... so instead, ask for the hottie with the nose ring when you stop in.

After dinner, she pleasantly surprised the birthday girls with a Chocolate Molten Cake, served hot with ice cream and a candle. If you think for a second we quietly took that treat and smiled a "patsy face" and went on our merry way, then you couldn't be more wrong. Our group insisted on sitting on one side of the extra long booth and burst into the loudest happy birthday song the restaurant will ever see in its patronage. Half a line into the song, the entire dining room was facing our direction and joined the singing in celebration- it was perfection!
It's moments like this where a lil' lady stops to praise the dear Lord for His abundant grace in best girlfriends like these! With that and a personal birthday wish, the candle was blown and post dinner fun began.
First, we annihilated the molten cake, which erupted in hot melted chocolate with a slight stab of the fork. Evidently we liked it! Either that, or we're just women that will inevitably act ravenous at any opportunity to bask in a warm array of chocolate goodness... I mean... for dessert... like in a restaurant... sheesh...

The rest of the night brought about typical flapdoodle that is naturally expected when two or more of us gather. By far the best part of hanging out was the JCT Bar upstairs. With a drink in hand, we mosied up to the fabulous outdoor bar with lounge chairs and high tops for continued celebration the way estrogen knows best. Paparazzi moments were had overlooking the incredible view of midtown, as these ladies don't need to be asked twice to pose for a foto.
It's AWESOME up there, and evidently on a good night you might catch the likes of Francisco Vidal (or another fun singer/songwriter who's easy on the ears) playin' a tune you'd like to sing along to. But we didn't need any extra entertainment this night- there was plenty of natural charisma to fill our evening to the brim.

Giggles were had, sha-sheen-ahs were grabbed, wisdom was shared, and mistakes were declared. We even got to see Gunz' mulberries!

All in all it was a perfect night, with perfect food and perfect company. So take our advice: Put your big girl panties on, ask him/her out and treat them to a night of bliss in West Midtown.

See you sweet cheeks in a few weeks. November calls for extra celebration for our favorite bride, so stay tuned... booses 'til then!

1198 Howell Mill Road, Ste. 18, 30318

Avra

2007-05-31T12:58:00.000-07:00

It wasn't a bunny-birthday-bash this time, but we should say that a particular belle in our crowd is officially engaged! More deats on that another time, but for now let's dive into some Tzatziki sauce!

So we kept things eclectic in May and took our saucy bunch on a nice summer night (a Thursday I should add) to Midtown Atlanta, to delight in the savory items off the Avra menu. Tucked beneath some trees along Juniper, the adorable restaurant may sneak up on you as it's planted after it's parking lot. Which p.s. everyone in Midtown was at the local Screen on the Green at Piedmont Park, and there wasn't a car in sight, so paying to valet our cars directly in front of our patio table, only to be handed our keys later to get our cars ourselves, was a little annoying... but that's neither here nor there.

So, as the afternoon sun slowly began to set, we all finally trickled in for our 7:45 appointment... at about 8:20 of course! Stuck in traffic en route, I called to alert the restaurant a couple times about the delay, and wasn't quite sure why they'd chuckle a bit with each call... only to find when we arrived, that we were literally THE ONLY ones dining in the restaurant that night (there may have been two other couples, but I'm pretty sure one of them was related to the owner...)

Was this a sign? Nahhhh... we brushed it off as most folks in Midtown were in the park to see Casablanca, so we relished the fact that we'd have the patio to ourselves!
Practically famished, we dove into the traditional Greek favorites to start: Spanakopita (phyllo filled with spinach and Greek feta cheese), Pikilia Spreads served with warm pita bread, including Tzatziki, Taramoslata, Melitzanosalata, Revithosalata, Htipiti and Skordalia... try saying that 5 times fast! We scraped it all practically clean, but the group favorite was the "one that tastes like pimiento cheese"- leave it to a table of Southern girls (minus this Persian Blurry) to call a puree of roasted Holland peppers and Greek feta (Revithosalata), "pimiento cheese"! If ordering individual apps, I'd steer clear of the Skordalia and the Taramosalata... fancy name, not so fancy flavor. Needless to say, the empty plates should be an indication that we thoroughly enjoyed most of the appetizers!

Our starters didn't stop there, though. It wouldn't be a night with the Grecians if we didn't experience the traditional Kefalograviera dish- this pan fried aged Greek cheese is a crowd favorite mainly bc it's Ouzo flamed table side: It was really yum, and you could tell most faces were saying- "Sure wish I could have more than this 1/2 square inch!!" PS2- our waiter, Sharif, was really cool... His recommendations were on point, and his personality complemented our energy perfectly. I'm diggin' the one raised brow in the flaming cheese pic... flaming cheese- I guess they figure the people shouldn't be the only thing flaming in Midtown!

So, 10 appetizers later, we finally dug into our main grub. It all looked so delectable!!- I've always wanted to say that and mean it! Goldielocks got the Horiatiki salad with sauteed octopus on top- "she is like octo-pus, so she eat octo-pus." It definitely made her smile.

Our bride-to-be and haberdashery hotties both went gaga over the Stuffed Eggplant, which was baked and stuffed with fresh tomatoes, pine nuts, garlic and onions- Can you say perfection and love all smushed up together in a bundle of sauteed joy??? I'm wiping my drool from the keyboard as I type. It's ok... you can wipe your drool, too... no one's looking.

If you're gonna' do Greek, someone's gotta order the Gyro, right? Leave it to Avra, to take this classic Mediterranean sandwich to the next level. Served on a plate that is overflowing with slices of marinated lamb and tzatziki sauce, alongside Greek potatoes and salad, this traditional dish was a table fave, for sure!

Two bunnies wisely decided after an hour's worth of appetizers, it'd be best to split their dinner, so they shared the Pork Tenderloin. Char grilled and topped with baked goat cheese cake, the pork was served with sauteed spinach, dried fig chutney and Greek yogurt. Can you say "heaven in my mouth??" Even this vegetarian was wishing she could have a bite!

Of course I ordered some sorta' pescatarian-friendly item, and on this night I felt inclined to have the grilled whole Red Snapper. The fish was basted with Greek extra virgin olive oil, fresh lemon and Greek oregano and was served with the most incredibly delicious stewed green beans. The presentation was awesome, and Sharif offered to filet it for me, but I figured, "Go big, or go home," right?!!? So I just stabbed a fork in the head, and dug into the scaly sucker... I want to be fair, and say the fish was good... but really, at the price I paid (which was nearly double what I expected), I would have preferred three plates full of the green beans. The Red Snapper from the Spoon post was a brazillllian times better!

As you can imagine, we left no room for dessert, though my tummy sure woulda' loved to taste the authentic Baklava- I mean, phyllo soaked in syrup filled with a rich mixture of honey and nuts- are you kidding me?? Next time!

Despite my fishy faux-pau, the overall evening was such a treat for the ladies. For one night we were able to set time in the calendar to just get together and laugh, argue AND cry all in one sitting- LITERALLY! But that's what best friends are for, right? 'Sides, if you're going to cause an emotional scene in any sorta restaurant, it might as well be with the Greeks who know best, eh?
A long day and complicated dramm-ah from the workplace may have brought unwarranted friction to the table at first, but the despondent tears of a friend who was running late seemed to change the entire attitude of the evening.

The company was so great that our "swass-y" tushes didn't move 'til nearly 11 p.m. But, besides the fact that Joni's precious fiance may have been up waiting to hopefully spend just a few moments with her, who cares?? If dinner with the greatest gals can make a sour day turn sweet, well then I can't imagine a better reason to raise a glass and yell "OPPA!!"

The weather was nice, the patio was empty, the waiter was cool, our seats a lil' sweaty, the tears were dried, the food was tasty, the price a bit high, but not a total waste-y...

Will we go back?, I'm thinking not so much,
bc when it comes to Greek, we'd preffer table dancing and such...
Ya' know- throwing napkins, yellin' and runnin' a'muck...
But I'm glad we got together, bc that could never suck.

See you back here in two shakes of a lamb's tale... (get it? Lamb? Like Greek food-lamb? Gyros?? Bueller???)

Booses... I mean OPPA!!

794 Juniper Street, Atlanta, GA 30308

Spoon

2007-03-29T07:51:00.000-07:00

We didn't intentionally plan to celebrate two birthdays, two months in a row. It just worked out that way. So when you're favorite girl says she hates pad thai and anything with coconut milk, what does one suggest for her birthday dinner??? Why Spoon of course, with the utmost intention to thwart the illusion that she's given herself that she doesn't like Thai food. After all, if one tastes the goodness off of one of these spoons and isn't ready to praise our Heavenly Father for such a creation as the tongue, well then, your tastebuds are just downright corrupt!

Like any special restaurant in the A, Spoon is not strategically placed in the middle of everything. In fact, it will sneak up on you as you drive down the quazi sketch parts of downtown/west midtown. Positioned right off the campus of GaTech on Marietta Street, between the Engineer's Bookstore and a lil' ma' and pa diner, the eclectic graces of lemon grass and coconut milk waft through the glass doors and windows of this trendy spot. A darker atmosphere calls for more intimate occasions, but that didn't stop us from bringing the party.

Our waitress was like a lil' puppy on helium- her voice was high and she was as sweet as could be bouncing from person to person, taking our orders- and were we ready to order! The classic moment was Reagan enthusiastically discussing the burrito she was planning to order the next night for dinner- hungry?? I think so.

We started with Fried Spring Rolls, Tempura Shrimp and Coconut Soup- DE-LISH! There wasn't a crumb or a drop left on the table to spare. It was especially great to see the birthday girl, who claimed she didn't like Thai, lapping up every last drop...

Next came the entrees. I'll graciously overlook the mishap that ocurred with my order, bc I don't blame the restaurant entirely for the oversight. It was rather strange that not all meals came out at the same time, though- not even my ORIGINAL order... yes, I ordered twice. Because our group was fixing to knaw on the table out of hunger, most folks dove right into their curries or noodles with joy. Our lil' birthday Corn ordered the Massmun Curry with chicken- this sweet curry with a kick had her eyes rolling up in her head in ecstasy- how 'bout that for changing someone's mind?? Our Pad Thai bunnies were VERY pleased with this traditional Thai dish that was taken to the next level in flavor... they couldn't keep their hands off it, or each other...
A couple ladies ordered the "Pad Med MaMuang" - or Cashew Nut StirFry, for us simple type. When you combine exceptional flavors with fried goodness and cashew nuts, I'm not sure how you can go wrong. They seemed to be more than pleased!

When my correct dish finally arrived, boy was it WORTH it! No, I don't think you understand- It was AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZING!! The sizzling dish comes out steamy and armed to knock your tastebuds senseless. The Golden Red Snapper is deep fried (I know- not healthy, but forget the calories for five minutes and be content with the fact that it's fish and not overly breaded chicken strips!!) and topped with a light ginger sauce. I kid you not, you take a bite and it literally melts in your mouth. No question why this dish stands as the house favorite!

We made sure there was enough room in our tummies for just a skoash of the famous and assorted dessert options. It's times like these where one wishes the waitress would just offer something like "Grandma's Apple Pie" or "Hot Double Fudge Brownie with extra nuts and gooey fudge sauce a la mode." We couldn't find that option on the menu, though, so we went with the Chocolate Blueberry Spring Rolls (spring rolls to start and spring rolls to end- why not?!) with Mango Dipping Sauce and Coconut Ice-Cream, and the Chocolate Caramel Mousse with Coffee Ice-Cream. If it's sweet and rich, you'd think we'd like it, so we figured why not? Corn was delighted to blow out her birthday candle, and the rest of us dug in to see what's up. The tablewide reaction appeared to be synonymous. Faces said "This is good, but weird, and I wish I had some regular chocolate cake right now, but I'm a woman filled with estrogen and this is hitting that hormonal craving that I need to satisfy right now, so I'm reaching for my fifth bite... get out of my way."

When you're at a restaurant called Spoon, it's only right to take your spoon and try to do as many interesting things with it... This had us bright-bulbs entertained for a good 30...

the remainder of the evening entailed of present opening, sappy speeches and a superfluous amount of America's Next Top Model moments...

The "Electric":

The "Elahe":

Serious:

Elated:

Looking Away and Pondering:

80s Excitement:

Confused:

T.O.ed!:

Needless to say, we occupied our time in the most compelling sort of way. The night was awesome. The food was phenom.com, the company was good as always, the laughs were ab-work-out worthy- so hard, I'm surprised no one had to change their hanky pankies, and some model scouts who happened to be dining at the table next to us signed three of us for 5-year contracts... I think we found our calling!

Not sure where we'll be next month, but it's def def def def def gon' be KOG-licious. Until then, check out Spoon... it's mmmm, mmmm, GOOOOOD!!!

Ta ta for now- boos boos!!

768 Marietta Street, Atlanta 30318

Agnes & Muriel's

2007-02-28T20:01:00.000-08:00

When your best friend is a Southern Belle, there's no better way to celebrate her birthday than with some fried green tomaters, shrimp & grits, squash casserole and black eyed peas.

No one does it better for dinner than the mother's of the kitchen at Agnes & Muriel's. Conspicuously arranged in a quaint lil' house on Monroe, amidst one of Atlanta's trendiest neighborhoods- between Morningside and Ansley Park- A&M is the dirrty south done right.

Should this post have been made shortly after dinner when our belly's were still full with goodness, I might could (note grammar for effect) remember exactly what each face of our crowd feasted on, but here's my closest have at what was good and what you may want to pass on.

FGT! FGT! FGT!!! That's short for fried green tomatoes, as excitedly as I could have made it. These things were good AND GOOD, and we were so pleased that some of our party couldn't stop at just the appetizer but enthusiastically ordered a helping to accent her meal, as well. That wasn't the only appetizer that was heavenly, though. We pretty much scraped the creamy cheese clean off the bowl of the Spinach & Artichoke dip, like women do best- they came with the best toasted pieces of bread with seasoning, that I had to keep around to munch on with my meal- YUM!! Pork chops were abundant and scrumptious, and served with the most delectable candied apples (they were like heavenly donuts!). Although our server- who p.s. was kinda' flakey and not the Southern mama one would prefer to have take care of the table- didn't confidently recommend the squash casserole, all of us loved it, and were pleased we didnt' take her advice to not order it! The green been casserole was sorta a let down- no crunchy goodness on top, and lack of flavor. Mac n' cheese was certainly cheezy, but again, not quite the baked array of cheeses one would expect in this establishment. BBQ Shrimp &

Grits arrived in their own puddle of grease, which only made me smile as I dove in. Go BIG or go home, right? They were awesome.

Evidently our eyes were bigger than our tummies, bc there was no room for A&M's famous red velvet cake, but it sure looked delish sittin' on it's cake stand.

The restaurant is adorned with random colors and girly decorations, like Barbie dolls and hair brushes and poodle statues. Not a lot of it makes sense, but it comes together nicely and makes for a fun place to hang out with the gals... and the gals sure can be silly.

Celebrating Joni's bday four days early was worth it to come together like this. The staff (minus the corky waitress, who meant well- "bless her heart") was very sweet, and it was easy to get a reservation on Wednesday night.

Naturally, when estrogen meets in two or more, conversations were centered on boys, potential betrothals, and what we like to do with boys when that happens. Naturally...

KOG Beta Chapter is just beginning the fun in the A, so we knew it'd only be right to get things started over some true Southern hospitality and with a NIIIICE greasy bowl of grits. So consider this group officially out in this town, and look out for special guests to be featured in future posts.

Tata for now- boos boos!

1514 Monroe Drive, Atlanta 30324

2006-07-31T12:53:00.000-07:00