In need of afternoon fortification, I stopped by this coffee house across from Trinity College for a snack. I ended up with a lemony bar that was small enough to avoid making me feel stuffed and flavorful enough to give my mouth a pick-me-up. Next door was this druggist, depicted by James Joyce as the purveyor of Bloom's lemon soap. This neighborhood is full of literary references.
My thoughts on the Atlanta food scene, with occasional forays into the world beyond. We talk about both restaurant reviews and recipes.