This past weekend I met my “big” from college — who, of course, is quite tiny — in Atlanta. She’ll be move to the city for her residency in the summer and needed to scout out a place to stay. Despite a slightly smarmy company of relocation headhunters, my friend fell back on her NYC instincts and found a fabulous place in mere hours. Thank you, craigslist.
Growing up in nearby SC, I visited “Hotlanta,” but never in the summer when rumor had it that the concrete jungle created its own weather. This trip was unseasonably cool (highs in the 60s) and sun-sunny. From Midtown and Downtown to Five Points and Decatur, we toured (and tasted) the city, and despite the epic traffic jams, still found it quite sweet.