Saturday morning I awoke at the ungodly hour of nine o’clock and headed down to the southside to scout some locations for an upcoming shoot. After wandering around the hood, finding a Trabant, and spotting one actual ghetto dog, I had enough material. I realize it seems unlikely anyone in Atlanta is rolling in a Trabbie, so as evidence I present this photograph of a Trabant.

A few minutes after leaving, I found myself in the shadow of the Fulton Cotton Mill Lofts, eating breakfast at the Carroll Street Cafe. Feeling treacherous, I ordered the classic benedict, which is pretty much eggs benedict served on toast instead of english muffins. It was mighty tasty, as were the hash browns served on the side. To wash everything down I had a coffee, which was decent. I look forward to returning several times to try other intriguing items on the menu.

While perusing the aforementioned menu, I noticed that the prices seemed rather high for the hood. I later found out the same team that runs the overpriced Apres Diem also owns the Carroll Street Cafe.

I recommend the Carroll Street cafe. However, as word spreads and the yuppie population increases as Cabbagetown continues to gentrify, this cafe will have a tough avoiding faux bohemian lameness, just like a certain other cafe named after a fictional location in an F. Scott Fitzgerald book. My advice to all five Propeller Skies readers is to try it now before the fucking yuppies ruin it.