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Fun and Free!

Posted on Jun 14, 2009 by Lisa Ricard Claro   1 Comment | Posted in Atlantic Station · Copeland's Cheesecake Bistro · shoes

Last evening my daughters attended a concert in downtown Atlanta. Hubby and I dropped them off at the arena and had three-and-a-half hours to kill before picking them up. Not desiring to drive all the way home and back again we opted to wander Atlantic Station for a bit and then chose a restaurant for a leisurely meal.

For those who don’t know, Atlantic Station is a development on the northwestern edge of Atlanta’s Midtown. Touted as a live-work-play community it certainly bustles on a Saturday night, although the residential lofts above the stores and restaurants have yet to become inhabited. Who would want to live there and put up with the noisy weekend atmosphere? Not this gal; but the developers didn’t ask for my opinion. I suspect I don’t come close to their targeted age range. They want hip urbanites, not dress-for-comfort old baggers like me.

For dinner, we opted for Copeland’s Cheesecake Bistro because the patio was nice and it afforded the opportunity to people watch. Also, we wanted a restaurant where we could enjoy a drink before dinner and not be rushed during the meal. This turned out to be a great choice for all of that, and our waiter, Reginald, was terrific and fully deserving of his 20% tip.

While eating we watched the passersby and saw everything from rap-star-wannabes to parents hauling around infants to young women whose professions were questionable should judgment of such be based on attire. The ethnicity mirrored Atlanta’s diversity; all groups were represented. After a while we fancied we could mark couples as “married” or “not married” by the female’s shoe. Spiked heels and short skirts or tight jeans meant: “I am on a date and though these shoes are killing me and causing a major deformity of my feet I must wear them to make my legs look sexy.” Flop-flops or flats with a maxi-dress or Bermuda shorts meant: “I am sooo married. Thank God I don’t have to be out here walking this boulevard in high heels; my bunion is grateful.”

For the record, I was wearing wedged mules, and my bunion was only moderately pleased.

All in all, we had a good time and have agreed that on our next date night we will hit Atlantic Station again. We had to pay for dinner, but the show was fun and free.

Til next time –

1 Response to "Fun and Free!"

  1. Comment by Cathy C. Hall
    June 19, 2009 at 8:26 pm  

    Just got back from the beach where I tried a new restaurant that had what I like to call "prime people-watching potential." The food wasn't so good but I've got a few great, quirky characters for my next story. You can't buy that from a menu, right? 🙂

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