You haven’t truly experienced Georgia until you’ve found yourself in historic Roswell, sitting at a table inside Little Alley Steakhouse, watching a perfectly aged ribeye arrive at your table with a sizzle that makes your mouth water before you’ve taken a single bite.
Let me tell you something about steakhouses – they’re a dime a dozen in America.
But a steakhouse that makes you want to write poetry about beef?
That’s rarer than a perfect medium-rare filet…