I ended up rushing to the airport. I resigned myself to a dinner of almonds and bananas on the airplane. But as I came up the escalator at Terminal D, I found myself at Phillips Seafood with just enough time to eat. My salmon was a welcome respite. The hush puppies gave me that carbohydrate kiss. I was able to fly peacefully and get up the next morning, ready for work.
My thoughts on the Atlanta food scene, with occasional forays into the world beyond. We talk about both restaurant reviews and recipes.

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