Since I'm a cheap-ass bastard, and because the airlines make no sense, I flew into Birmingham and drove to Atlanta for my fantasy baseball draft. Heading back after a long weekend of drinking beer, eating pizza and drafting demoted/deported/traded players, I needed a place to re-fuel. Fortunately, the Magic City Grille was just the place. $6.99 got me an all-you-can-eat Southern meal. Everything in the South seems to be made with butter. And bacon grease. I could never, never live there, but I could make a couple trips a month for breakfast/lunch/dinner. Tasty!
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