Vine was one of the first casualties of last year's economic crisis, as a good portion of its clientele found itself much, much less wealthy in the wake of the market meltdown. Last week, I noticed that work is being done on the place, and the grapevine (pun intended) said...
Barbecue. My response was dread-laced optimism, as the thought of easily-accessible 'cue, mixes with the fear of what happens when 'fancy' enters the equation (e.g., Alpharetta's Smokehouse). In either event, I'm not sure how the neighborhood is going to react, once they start waking up to the smell of roasting meats. |
