There’s a moment of pure bliss that happens when you take that first bite of honey cake at Atmosphera in Myrtle Beach – layers of delicate pastry, subtle sweetness, and a hint of something that transports you straight to Eastern Europe without leaving the Carolina coast.
Sometimes the most extraordinary culinary treasures are hiding in plain sight, tucked between a nail salon and a convenience store in a strip mall you’ve driven past countless times.
I’ve always believed that the inverse relationship between restaurant ambiance and food quality is one of the universe’s most reliable constants.
The fancier the lighting fixtures, the more suspicious I become of what’s on my plate…