I read a sad statistic that something like 2% of all sushi goes un-Instagrammed. Well it was outstanding at Umi, the best sushi restaurant in town, and so was the black cod misoyaki.
Atlanta may be five hours from the closest beach, but I rolled the dice again Saturday – and won – with peri-peri prawn tacos at Yebo Beach Haus.
The rain held off while I was there, but six of seven days with thunderstorms in the forecast is biblical shit.
The exact site of my old shithole, Colonial Homes, which has now been reborn as CoHo. Too swanky for a young Matt Shevin.
Flight home. I dig Delta keeping the peasants out of first class with a Planet of the Apes-style net.
