Checking into Epicurean Atlanta

Quick peek behind the curtain: When I shared this column with my husband, he wondered if it was too harsh. “Is it accurate?” I asked. “Completely,” he said. In other words, much like Epicurean Atlanta, this post may not be to everyone’s taste. But since I pledged to help subscribers avoid making disappointing decisions, I went ahead and pressed ‘publish.’

I didn’t sleep entirely well at Epicurean Atlanta, in part because the hours between a rich dinner and early working breakfast are always fitful. But I was also stymied by a pillow packed with what struck me as unconventionally granulated filling: I remember waking up at one point to wonder if it was stuffed with quinoa and millet.