Well looky there, just a few days ago I’m proclaiming I try to keep it local, but I ain’t got nothing for you in my Atlanta post queue. Maybe a few dining experience scraps here or there, but I’ll save those for another time.
For now, you can get all voyeuristic and watch the slideshow from last weekend’s trip to Sonoma/SF. We took the red eye back Sunday night, so we had about 10 hours to kill in San Francisco before we had to roll ourselves onto the plane. We went at the town hard. Mind you, it was my first eating marathon. I hit the wall somewhere around Mission (maybe meal #5 of the day?), but I pushed through the pain and thought about everything I’ve worked for, and how I wasn’t going to quit until I ate pizza at Flour+Water. That’s what winners do.
