I just got back from a 10 day pizzacation in the good old American south. Here’s a round of images from Atlanta, GA.
These are two of the four pies we had at Antico, one of Atlanta’s new hotshot pizzerias. The place is loud a bustling — more an open garage than a restaurant — and…
- Mellow Mushroom
So I live in Boston. My mom and stepdad live…not in Atlanta. More like two hours or so outside of Atlanta, up in a backwoods corner of Georgia locally known as The Devil’s Triangle, because it’s situated in a three-town area that’s historically been a big moonshining producer.
Anyway. I try to go back to visit at least once a year. My first visit to Georgia after I moved to Boston, we were driving home from the airport, and my mom said, “We can order pizza sometime this week if you want, there’s a new pizza place in town.” That would also make it the only pizza place in town. (This is a tiny place we’re talking here — when a coffee shop that made “espresso drinks” moved into town, it was front page news. Literally. In the actual newspaper.)
Turns out this new place is called Papou’s. It’s owned and operated by a Greek family who moved to Middle of Nowhere, Georgia from — guess where? Worcester, Massachusetts. So now whenever I visit, the closest pizza option is exactly the same as my closest pizza option here.