Word: downtowner
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...York's Empire State Building and San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge -- so much so that people who wanted to commit suicide in a showy way started diving from its upper floors into the lobby. Today the Hyatt Regency can't even be seen from most parts of downtown. It's dwarfed by higher buildings. There is no longer much point in diving into its lobby...
Rewarding pickings can be found at Paschal's, near downtown, a coffee shop and restaurant that has been a meeting place for black politicians since the early '60s, where the fried chicken is at its crackling, greaseless best. Also dependably authentic are Mary Mac's, a huge and casual midtown restaurant, and the seedily relaxed Thelma's Kitchen, which is within walking distance of the Omni Arena. Careful eaters, however, should avoid two hyped, touristic embarrassments: the schmaltzy, pricey Pittypat's Porch and the dank, depressing Aunt Fanny's Cabin...
...baby back ribs are at Aleck's Barbeque Heaven, a tiny tumbledown shack that slices up lean, tender meat flavored with counterpoints of woodsy smoke and black pepper, complemented by a thin, brassy sauce unmarred by sweetness. Runners-up include the Auburn Avenue Rib Shack, in the historic black downtown area of Sweet Auburn, and Harold's Barbeque, the site of the best-quality meats, the most comfortable dining room and, sadly, the stickiest, sweetest sauce...
...anti-capitalist coalition" gathered downtown, but it is doubtful many delegates attended--half of all delegates at the convention make $50,000 a year or more, the Atlanta Constitution reported...
Time for work. Low scudding clouds threatened the immediate appearance of Jupiter Pluvius, so I took the subway. New Yorkers commonly describe a ride on their beloved rapid-transit system as a journey through Hades, and mine this day was no exception. Heading downtown, I boarded one of the system's older trains -- creaking, crotchety and covered with indescribable graffiti. I looked closer at one cluster of squiggles, spray-painted by the ubiquitous Taki 183. Was it . . .? Could it be . . .? Yes, there in Babylonian script were the opening words of the Gilgamesh Epic...