Everyday Organic, Greenville SC (CLOSED)

This is Marie, contributing an article about Everyday Organic, a restaurant in Greenville that is, sadly, much too far away. I really enjoyed my meal there and would have very much liked to try more of their offerings. Continue reading “Everyday Organic, Greenville SC (CLOSED)” →

Sweet Hut Bakery & Cafe, Doraville GA

Readers may recall that last week we included a chapter about our fun trip to BoBo Garden. Before we arrived, I had half a mind to pop across the street for dessert after we finished, because I’d been wanting to go to Sweet Hut with Marie since I first read about it. Her sweet tooth is, after all, sweeter than mine. This is a really neat little place that opened at the beginning of 2012 in the same strip mall as Quõc Húóng and the just-closed Fil-Am Star, a place that I really wanted to try. We didn’t go then, because we left BoBo Garden completely stuffed, and I resolved to go the next time we were in the area. Continue reading “Sweet Hut Bakery & Cafe, Doraville GA” →

White Windmill, Doraville GA

(Taking a break, again, from anything that even remotely resembles a restaurant review.)

I will clearly never, at this point in life, ever learn to appreciate tea the way that Marie does. Or the way that her mother does. Or the way that pretty much everybody in Europe seems to. That’s perfectly all right; I appreciate tea just fine on my own terms. Tea, served sweet and chilled, is, six days out of seven, my favorite thing to drink. I may enjoy a Buffalo Rock, or a Kutztown Birch Beer, or, once in a great while, a bottle of Samuel Smith’s Oatmeal Stout a whole heck of a lot, but really, nothing beats a nice glass of iced tea. Continue reading “White Windmill, Doraville GA” →

And so we went back to the Food Truck Park…

I did not specifically intend to revisit the Atlanta Food Truck Park on Howell Mill, but I’m very glad that we did, because we had a really great time and ate very well.

Marie had suggested fried chicken for supper a couple of Saturdays ago, and I was keen for her to try Curly’s Fried Chicken, which is located a little further down the opposite direction on Howell Mill, and which I had really enjoyed when I visited in the summer. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more keen I was for a visit. But the teenage girlchild started grumbling. Suddenly, she didn’t like chicken, and never had. You might be aware that teenagers can be just a little bit mercurial. Continue reading “And so we went back to the Food Truck Park…” →