so i'm reading "all over but the shoutin'" by rick bragg, who - as earlier mentioned - is from my home state of alabama. in his last section of his first book he writes about when the new york times moved him to atlanta to cover the south as a national correspondant. his quote sums up how I feel about this place so well i laughed out loud and then immediately had to share it.
"i knew, from reading about it, that it was about as southern as a snowmobile, a pretentious city striving for some kind of ridiculous national or interntional acclaim, or - as one native son once said - just a lot of really nice conventions. I have always been uncomfortable around people who are somehow ashamed of their heritage, who went to speech school to get rid of their accents. atlanta is like that. it tears down it's history with wrecking balls, and builds something bland and homogenized in it's place."
but don't be offended. he goes on to say some nice things too. and then he talks about traveling the south and he mentions my first food love:
"i write late intothe night at the tutweiler in downtown birmingham, and try hard to turn down that second cheeseburger at milo's over by uab, which has the best one in the whole wide world."
I laughed out loud again.