The weekend is for lovers.
It’s raining Perks: 1) Up to 30% off the most intelligently designed umbrellas on the planet. 2) Tiny, FBI-approved earphones from earHero. 3) 30% off sunglasses (or glasses) designed by you—with a case engraved with your name. Just because.
Dunwoody. That’s a place you’re sometimes in. And when you are, you usually want BBQ-chicken pizza. And dozens of growlers filled with porters and high-gravity beers like Dogfish Head Burton Baton. Basically, you want this new spot called Empire State Pizza & Growlers. Makes good sense, that name.
Your breakfast this morning was stupid. At least it was compared to what it’ll be tonight at Buttermilk Kitchen. See, four chefs (Ron Eyester, Zeb Stevenson...) are making you breakfast for dinner. Expect things like a dill-and-potato waffle, beef kielbasa and whiskey cocktails. It’s the most important brown liquor of the day.
Once upon a time, a train carrying demonic artifacts crashed into Atlantic Station. Not really, but “really.” And the result: a new quarter-mile-long haunted house underneath the place. One that might make for a really interesting date. Or a really interesting quarter-mile-long jog.
Brookhaven Park. Saturday morning would be a fine time to be there. Because what you’ll find over the course of nine hours is a bunch of blues and funk bands, food trucks like Mighty Meatballs and a beer tent with, well... beers. You’ll probably find that part the most.
You’re going to an old courthouse in Decatur on Tuesday. Only it’s not what you think. You’ll be tasting whiskey and eating pork rillettes from No. 246 and watching local barmen like Paul Calvert compete in a cocktail competition. So... better than jury duty.
