![]() ![]() It's basically our show minus the cool factor. And, I saw a few promos for Atlanta Eats that kinda pissed me off. ![]() No one on the web tried to duplicate our model (not sure if that's a good thing or bad thing). The new year brought some new energy though. After a year or so, a few arguments, a little less sex and romance, those feelings turn to "ehh". Kinda like that girlfriend you used to be so in love with. It became harder and harder to wake up and post something. ATL Bite Life became a job instead of a passion. Somewhere along my paper route, I lost my way. However, I still have to get in the trenches from time to time and get to the paper. I mean, sure, we've made a few bucks, gotten a few free meals, even had some really big meetings with some really important people. Who else has the interest in food AND the connections to the biggest and hottest Hip-Hop and R&B stars on the planet like us? Not a nan nother (Mike Epps voice)! But, alas, this doesn't pay the bills. This thing was started because we knew there was no one out here doing what we were doing. You see, ATL Bite Life is a labor of love. ![]() In fact, slippin would imply that we was trying and doing a half ass job. But, as I've always noticed (and joked about amongst my friends), my more fairer-skinned co-diners, almost to a man (or woman), were opting for the rare or medium rare temps on this evening. But, I remember a few years ago hearing someone say that having your steak prepared well done pretty much cooks all of the flavor out. Actually, when I was younger, I used to order it well done. Now, ordering a medium well steak wasn't out of the norm for me. While considering my order, I noticed that most of the tables around me were either ordering the steak or already had their sizzling piece of meat sitting on the table. As is often the case in some of the more pricier restaurants in town, me and my companion found ourselves to be in the minority in terms of race (and age - we were definitely some of the youngest patrons too). This weekend, while partaking in the Buckhead Restaurant Week festivities, I found myself sitting in the Palm Restaurant over by Lenox Mall. But, this one trivial thing has always privately tickled me. And, I'm absolutely fascinated by the contrasting thought processes of men versus women. I'm curious about cultural and religious differences. I'm intrigued by social norms and abnormalities. I'd like to think that I'm a man of the world so to speak. Allow me to prefix today's post by saying that I've always considered myself to be somewhat of a social philosopher. ![]()
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