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After a slight detour because of my mad directional skills, The Shih Tzu, Hunt Dizzle, and I ate dinner at Bhojanic in Decatur. Upon entering Bhojanic, I was surprised and disappointed at the massive number of white people. As we know from reading Stuff White People Like, being the only white person around is critical to enjoyment of ethnic food. Even the Bhojanic staff was white.

Because the slogan “Warning, Food Has Flavor” was emblazoned on the staff shirts, I assumed the opposite was true. Especially since there was a limited amount of actual Indians in the restaurant. I was shocked to discover the food had plenty of taste.

I consumed tilapia curry, because I am lazy - the lamb curry was served bone in. I considered ordering one of the Thalis, but they include vegetables, which I am opposed to. Vegetables are for hippies. The curry was mighty tasty. I suppose it could have used more heat, but I consider jalapeños decorative.

Hunt Dizzle attempted to order the lamb curry, but Bhojanic was fresh out. So he requested the goat curry instead. All I have to say about that is: do not eat the goat. The goat is an angry creature and has ways of exacting revenge.

Despite its popularity amongst the whites, Bhojanic is mighty tasty and recommended. Hunt Dizzle gives Bhojanic a rating of three out of three scented candles.

On a cold ass Saturday morning, Hunt Diddy and I stopped by Atkins Park in Virginia Highland for brunch. While I had a tasty omelet, Hunt Diddy got his grub on with country ham and invisible gravy. Service was excellent, our waitress even brought out more invisible gravy after Diddy stated it was no problem.

Unlike a previous trip to Atkins Park, no hot blondes were spotted this time. Despite the lack of flaxen haired maidens, Atkins Park in Virginia Highlands is highly recommended.

Some time ago, recurring Propeller Skies character Hunt Diddy paid a visit to tha ATL. Soon after he arrived, Hunt Diddy, recurring Prizzo Skeezy character The Photographer, and I rolled over to Decatur and ate a tasty meal at Raging Burrito.

For an appetizer, we ordered homemade guacamole and chips. This starter was filling and had plenty of flavor, but was not spectacular. For an entree, I consumed a Cajun Killer Burrito with shrimp. That shit was motherfucking zesty.

While eating, Hunt Diddy, The Photographer, and I enjoyed sampling several fine brews from the Raging Burrito’s limited beer selection. Although lacking in scope, the beers available are all high quality, except for some macrobrewed domestic swill on offer.

All this beer and food was served by a hottie waitress. Although she was scrawnier than I usually like, her slightly exotic looks and low riding jeans made up for that shortcoming.

Based on a barely acceptable beer selection and food exploding with flavor, Raging Burrito in Decatur is recommended. However, Decatur is high on the list of stuff white people like, so crackerphobes should stay away.