YOUR COUSIN'S NEW BREWERY
Oh, let me guess, he makes a tropical IPA too, right? Tell him thanks, but no thanks; Atlanta has lots of those now, and let’s be real, none of them are as good as that one made in Athens. Also, is that a beard hair in my saison, son?! Sheesh; y’all are going to make us go back to drinking pilsner.
It’s the elephant in the room, except that it’s actually out of the room and has slowly made its way onto the highway, blocking every expressway within city limits. Also, you can’t be nice in Atlanta traffic; people will straight-up bully you for letting someone else over. Then there’s the matter of what to do once you finally reach your destination....
The good news is that ParkAtlanta is gone, but whether you’re pulling up downtown, at Lenox Square, by the BeltLine, near a sports stadium, or even in front of your own house, cars are a problem wherever they are in Atlanta, moving or not (usually not). And seriously, everybody had to hustle at some point, so nobody wants to hate on valets, but dude, this is my car. No, I don’t know you; no, you can’t drive it into a space for me. MARTA train stations are filling up faster every week, and places that do offer plenty of parking also charge plenty of coin. If the elected officials of this fair city really want to get voted back in, they should offer free curb parking, like, twice a year for a week. Infinite incumbency, I’m trying to tell you.