At the Flying Biscuit in the ATL.

Anyway, after we visited the World of Coca-Cola, we headed over to the Georgia Aquarium. The line was so long we opted to skip it, and get dinner instead. We decided to go to Mellow Mushroom Pizza. I had never been. Nadia had been to one in South Carolina. I must say, the ‘Shroom had the best non-Jersey pizza I’ve ever had. The crust was so good that you could eat it without dipping it in marinara sauce.
 
While at the ‘Shroom, we encountered quite a few Dragon*Con attendees. One was dressed up as a Jedi cheerleader. Others were sporting goth-type outfits, and several were dressed up as Star Wars characters. They decided that the ‘Shroom would be their gathering place for dinner.

Now, I don’t like to judge, but I think that there should be some sort of rules put in place that tie length of skirt with body type (weight), at the very least for Dragon*Con attendees. As a big guy, I don’t wear muscle shirts… it’s common courtesy. I think that once you reach a certain threshold of weight, there should be a set minimum length your skirt must be. And then for every 15 – 20 lbs, one inch should be added.

We’ve all seen heavier girls with skirts that are way to short, so I can’t really say it is only Dragon*Con attendees. But, D*C attendees seemed to consistently wear too-short skirts. Therefore, we need some sort of rules. But, I digress.  

After dinner, we went back to the hotel to watch the VT-Alabama game. Of course, by watch the game, I mean doze off.

Late Sunday morning, we headed over to the Flying Biscuit for brunch with one of Nadia’s friends and her husband and two kids. We showed up to the Biscuit in Little Five Points a little before noon and the place was packed. There were a bunch of people standing outside, waiting. The hostess told me that it would be about 45 minutes.
 
Then, Nadia called to find out how far her friends were away. As it turned out, they were headed to the Biscuit in midtown. Fortunately for us, the one in midtown was about five miles away.

Once we arrived, we drove around looking for parking for about 10 minutes. The Biscuit had about 10 spots, which were all full, and like the other one, had a line out the door. We parked on a side street that was a few blocks from the restaurant. Once we got there, the wait was not long. The woman told us 90 minutes, but in reality, I think it took 10 – 15.
 
The Biscuits at the Biscuit were really good. They were much better than expected. They’re served with a cranberry apple butter (they call it) but it’s really jelly. It was very good and, surprisingly cheap. Four adults and two kids was less than $50. I would highly recommend it.

After brunch, we walked to a park. Atlanta has a lot of parks. There weren’t a ton of people walking around, like New York, but Atlanta seems to be an active (walking) city, which is weird since it seems to be a good driving city (not much traffic even during a holiday weekend).
 
The kids played at the playground for a bit, then Nadia’s friends had to head home to get the kids to nap. We decided to try the aquarium again, because we had a few hours to kill before the race. The line was even longer than it was on Saturday. So, we skipped it again.

The Atlanta Underground

We decided to head to Atlanta Underground. Boy, was that a waste. It didn’t have much. It was sort of like a ghetto mall, with a brick street for a floor and a sidewalk. It did have a Foot Locker, but I can go to Foot Locker in Virginia, so there was no point in going to this one. Other than that and some night clubs, which were closed, there wasn’t anything worth visiting in the Underground.

Atlanta, at least where we were, isn’t a shopping city. I’m not sure what makes a city a shopping city, but considering we didn’t buy anything, I don’t think it is a shopping city.

We wandered around the Underground and the surrounding area for a bit then headed back to the hotel to change for the race.