I recently was asked for dining suggestions around Atlanta by a guy who likes to eat Roadfood, but doesn't like that he likes it. By which I mean, he is a fashion-conscious kind of guy who wants to know only those restaurants anointed by recognized authorities. That sometimes does happen to a Roadfood eatery, as when Calvin Trillin praised Arthur Bryant's barbecue in the 1970s. Our Roadfood column in Gourmet magazine gave culturally insecure eaters permission to enjoy places they probably wouldn't otherwise have let themselves enjoy (because said places were dowdy, culinarily unhip, nutritionally incorrect), the logic being that if a review appeared in the esteemed Gourmet, it must be OK to like the restaurant!

![]() Fried Chicken
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![]() Creamed Corn
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![]() Mac 'n' Cheese
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![]() Strawberry Shortcake
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![]() Braised Cabbage
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![]() Banana Pudding
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