
BTW,
the hot place to see and be seen for lunch, do a little biz, gossip up a storm, eat too, during this start of the Gold Dome session is, of all places, that hipster joint
Six Feet Under on Memorial. I thought I'd swing by for a quick bite on the way home from Legi-Fest '07 (see entry below) yesterday, but I simply could not get in the door for all the reps and white male suits and lobbyistas and more vaguely leering but mostly just-suits trying to look nonchalantly
like Important White Men-O-Power blocking my right of way. Nary a tattoo in the lot! Least none anyone other than a femme
lobbyist would be privy to. The p-lot was crammed with vehicles, some illegally parked, bearing backwater
county plates such as
Coffee and Sumter and Appling. And the ubiquitous "Sonny" sticker, of course. Think I'll stick with LB (Lower Buckhead), my side 'o town, for lunching with my Enquirer.
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Honkies got to eat catfish, lady!
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