A Weekend in Atlanta
I love Atlanta. Hotlanta. Yes.
I was in ATL over the weekend with my mother to celebrate a special achievement bestowed upon her sister. It had been many years since I’d been, but as usual, Atlanta did not disappoint. The weather was perfect, the food was amazing, and outside of some navigation issues, it was a flawless trip.
Since I’m a Southerner by geography, there aren’t many places in the South that I don’t love. Atlanta and Charleston are two of my favorites, and Savannah will always have a special place in my heart. I guess I just feel best where Southern hospitality is the norm, and people gush over you the moment you set foot in the door. (Maybe that’s why I hate New York. The only think gushing there are hydrants and sewers…but I digress.)
Even at this teeny little IHOP on Clairmont Road, Mom and I walked into a sea of “Good morning, ladies!” and “How are y’all this morning?” and “Well good morning, beautiful!” I kid you not. Y’all know I love my IHOP, and we were treated like royalty there. See? You can’t always judge a book by its cover.
Here’s a peek at my weekend through the lens of my beloved (albeit cracked) iPhone. You might have seen them on Instagram (@gritandglamour)…
Zara outfit and bag • Bauble Bar Double Gold Collar
In the middle of Michael Stipe’s Foxes, just outside Bistro Niko at Sovereign in Buckhead. Yes, I’m talking about that Michael Stipe, of R.E.M. fame. I was never one for his music, but I really loved his pack of golden foxes.
The requisite dirty martini. I didn’t want to be gauche and snap photos all through my dinner at the absolutely divine Chops in Buckhead, so this is the only shot you get. Should you ever find yourself in Atlanta, you must, must, must eat there. If you’re a steakhouse kind of girl, you should know this one has haunted me for a good 12 or 13 years. GO!
BCBG dress (really old) • vintage fur stole (also seen in La Grande Dame/Finale) • Christian Louboutin heels
(clutch is also old and I can’t remember the brand)
Apologies for the blurry shot. My mom, God bless her, is very photo-challenged. Even with an iPhone. Sigh.
One of the reasons why I hit the gym often is to be able to enjoy amazing desserts on special occasions. What you can barely see in this photo is the tiny little triangle of baklava behind the angel-stamped chocolate. Mmm. So good. And in a martini glass, to boot. People must have known I was comin’.
I also got to meet Eboni of The Fashionista Next Door. Sadly, we were too busy gabbing to think about taking a photo. She may be a California girl, but she was so sweet she could have passed for a native Southerner! Eboni, thanks again for coming into Buckhead on such short notice!
How was your weekend? Anything exciting you want to share?