Word: omni
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...heat was thick outside Atlanta's Omni Coliseum, but the nostalgia inside was even thicker. John F. Kennedy Jr. stirred memories of Camelot as he introduced Uncle Ted on Tuesday night. Walter Cronkite and Eric Sevareid, those old TV warriors, were back in the CBS anchor booth. And network reporters, heads cocked into their earphones, mikes at the ready, were trolling the floor for stories as if it all still meant something...
...Dressing Room 5 of the Omni Coliseum, Zirinsky and Bradley don their battle gear: battery packs around their waists, headsets and microphones. They have spent the evening prowling the floor stalking stories. Bradley agreed to cover the convention only on condition that Zirinsky be his producer. "She's got a good nose for news," he says, "and she's fun to be with...
...good sense to be brief . . . Jesse Jackson Jr., a natural speaker and compelling presence. When Jackson says, "I may not get there, but my children will," this is what he means . . . Sandra Perlmutter, the hot-pink sidekick to Madam Secretary Dorothy Bush, became the Vanna White of the Omni during Wednesday's roll call. She had trouble with some numbers, but no one seemed to notice...
...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...
...those eager to stay close to the convention area, one option is Bugatti in the Omni Hotel, which offers decent, if second-rate, Italian food in a comfortable setting. Far better is Nikolai's Roof, atop the Atlanta Hilton. Despite an annoying 6:30 and 9:30 seating policy and an altogether corny menu recitation, the sparkling little supper club offers winy hot borscht, herbed rack of lamb, roasted guinea hen in a lemony olive sauce and a gently sweet banana-almond souffle. Asked why there was not more Russian food on the menu, the waiter answered, "The Czar Nikolai...