The other night I ditched Netparty and paid a visit to legendary Atlanta Italian joint Alfredo’s with recurring Propeller Skies characters Mizzo, Deezy, and The Photographer. Some undisclosed persons were also in attendance.

Alfredo’s angers me. The table shared appetizers that included (in alphabetical order, because I am anal like that), calamari, clams, and stuffed mushrooms. All three appetizers were superlative. For an entree, I ordered the Veal Parmesan, because torturing cows amuses me. The veal was exquisite, very tender, and flavorful. Nothing to complain about here. The meat came with a side of Fettuccini Alfredo, which was also excellent. Dessert was a supremely tasty Tiramisu. After dessert, we ordered a round of coffee for the table. I was excited, because the cream was curdled and I would finally have something to bitch about on the internet. Unfortunately, our waiter noticed, took away our coffee with the bootleg cream, and brewed us a fresh pot of coffee. This brings me to my last point - throughout the evening, service was exemplary.

Alfredo’s is smoove as hell. However, I highly recommend all five Prizzo Skeezy readers visit the slightly inferior Nino’s instead, because I hate waiting in line.