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Bruised, battered and overworked, my stomach barely survives weekends with my parents. The sheer mass and variety of food is too much for my delicate internal organ to handle. Last night, in a quiet moment, my stomach stepped into a spotlight and began singing a sad aria.”ARIA,” said my parents, and scooped us up and…

Bacchanalia is one of Atlanta’s top restaurants, if not The Top restaurant (second only to Seeger’s). Yet, everyone I know who has eaten dinner there–myself and my family included–comes back disappointed. Why?Well my memory from the family trek to Bacchanalia three years ago (and remember, this was before Adam became food conscious) is one of…

And now a story from the Platinum Collection of Roberts Family stories.When we moved to Florida in 1991, we stayed for a brief spell with my great-grandmother, Helen, in Sunrise Lakes. For those who have never been there, Sunrise Lakes is a community divided into Phases and each Phase has a pool, a shuffleboard court…

Life is strange. You wake up expecting a professional photographer in your apartment and wind up at Emeril’s with the AJC’s food critic and your parents.Here’s how that happens.Originally, John Kessler was supposed to come over today with a photographer to finalize the profile he’s writing and to snap photos of me at my computer.…

My parents and brother are coming into town this weekend and we will be eating at (among other places) Fogo De Chao (a Brazilian place where they bring meat to your table) and Aria (a top-star Atlanta Italian restaurant). Pictures and stories to follow.

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With apologies to Outkast and special thanks to Lauren who plays The Chicken and The Sorority Girl.Download file

A link, via NYC Eats: Pumpkinfest 2003. [Warning: image is very graphic and contains orange cake, apple spice cake, ginger cake, chocolate cake and a jelly roll for the small intestine.]

I have done a great deal of soul-searching tonight. First I sat on the floor meditating. Then I sat in my car drinking Scotch Whiskey out of a brown paper bag. When a hobo knocked on my window and asked for his brown paper bag back, I knew my life had taken an ugly turn.The…

Nancy Silverton is my new food guru. First it was Sarah Moulton. Then the Barefoot Contessa. For a while it was Mario Batali. But now Nancy Silverton’s picked up the torch.First some grievances. Her writing is pretty humorless and her recipes are wildly specific, almost to the point of inadvertent comedy. And some recipes–mostly the…