Step on a crack, break the weekend’s back.
Your Perks: 1) Vintage Rolexes from the ’60s and ’70s. Very rare. Very real. 2) Fall-ready raincoats and vests with a pocket specifically made for your tablet. 3) Everything you need to restock your home bar. Suddenly you’re feeling parched...
Things you need to impress a date with your home kitchen prowess: Chilean EVOO. Bread from
H&F. Pasta and mozzarella from Storico Fresco.
A shop that has stuff like that: This new Decatur olive oil and vinegar tasting room called
Splash of Olive. Sometimes the names of things just make sense.
There’s a strong chance you’ll be drinking some moonshine on Saturday afternoon. Because that’s when the first-ever Andrews Moonshine Festival is happening. Nothing crazy. Just over 60 kinds of moonshine like peppermint and apple pie, a country band and a sweet tea/lemonade station. What is this, the South?
Halloween is closer than you might think. You could even be celebrating it as soon as Saturday. And you’d be doing so from the warm and debaucherous confines of Wrecking Bar’s parade-watching porch party, complete with an after-party in the biergarten. Not a bad start there, Halloween.
It’s Sunday. You just got to Fernbank’s outdoor plaza that, of course, has three bronze dinosaurs on it. You hear a bluegrass band playing. Someone hands you a bourbon cocktail and some D.B.A. barbecue. You thank them. They say, “Sure.” You think that life is good, and you’re not wrong.
Maybe you’ve heard of the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck. If not, here’s the rundown: It’s a truck. Got pretty big in New York. Named an ice cream after Bea Arthur. And they just embarked on their first Southern Tour, which is stopping here. Shouldn’t be hard to spot.
