Atlanta, in all fairness, is very much a "chocolate" city meaning that there is no shortage of such amenities as soul food restaurants, loc-ticians, and poetry slams. However, Atlanta is also called "home" by people from nations all over the world. Driving through Atlanta's meandering and rolling thoroughfares, it is not unusual to encounter both Israeli and Palestinian, Filipino and Mexican, Chinese and Taiwanese, Ethiopian and South African, British, Irish, Russian, French and everything in between. Kind of sounds odd when one calls to mind the various stereotypes associated with the southernmost United States. No, everyone's neck is not red. Yes, many, many different languages are spoken. And for those of us who are accustomed to the flavors of the Southwest, hell yes, there is salsa in the south.
After watching the
Argentina vs Columbia soccer match at a friend's
penthouse (sorry Columbia), we made our way to
Loca Luna to help observe another companion's 29th birthday. Now, only in America would an immigrant from
Cote D'Ivoire be able to celebrate his birthday with people from all over West Africa and the Carribean at a Latino establishment. Gotta love this country. We dined on tapas that ranged from $5 - $15 each. (Free valet, Las Vegans.) Not bad at all. I had my usual vodka cocktail, which was on special for just $5 courtesy of
Absolut. I can appreciate that...primarily because I only needed one drink. Someone hug that bartender for me.
Loca Luna features a live band nightly playing
Salsa, Samba and
Merengue. As the night progresses, the dining tables are folded away and more room is made for swinging and twirling to the heart's desire.
OutPast30 Lady was delighted. I couldn't get enough of all of the various cultures and ethnicities intermingling, coexisting...celebrating. The whole rainbow was on the dance floor, at tables , at the bar dancing, dining, smiling, talking and feeling good. I had to ask myself again, "What recession?" Through open doors leading out to
Loca Luna's veranda, we saw the sun set around 9:15pm. The air was steamed electricity. The energy was contagious... and abundantly so. This is lovely. Very lovely.
Atlanta, in all fairness, is very much a "chocolate" city meaning that there is no shortage of such amenities as soul food restaurants, loc-ticians, and poetry slams. However, Atlanta is also called "home" by people from nations all over the world. Driving through Atlanta's meandering and rolling thoroughfares, it is not unusual to encounter both Israeli and Palestinian, Filipino and Mexican, Chinese and Taiwanese, Ethiopian and South African, British, Irish, Russian, French and everything in between. Kind of sounds odd when one calls to mind the various stereotypes associated with the southernmost United States. No, everyone's neck is not red. Yes, many, many different languages are spoken. And for those of us who are accustomed to the flavors of the Southwest, hell yes, there is salsa in the south.
After watching the Argentina vs Columbia soccer match at a friend's penthouse (sorry Columbia), we made our way to Loca Luna to help observe another companion's 29th birthday. Now, only in America would an immigrant from Cote D'Ivoire be able to celebrate his birthday with people from all over West Africa and the Carribean at a Latino establishment. Gotta love this country. We dined on tapas that ranged from $5 - $15 each. (Free valet, Las Vegans.) Not bad at all. I had my usual vodka cocktail, which was on special for just $5 courtesy of Absolut. I can appreciate that...primarily because I only needed one drink. Someone hug that bartender for me.
Loca Luna features a live band nightly playing Salsa, Samba and Merengue. As the night progresses, the dining tables are folded away and more room is made for swinging and twirling to the heart's desire. OutPast30 Lady was delighted. I couldn't get enough of all of the various cultures and ethnicities intermingling, coexisting...celebrating. The whole rainbow was on the dance floor, at tables , at the bar dancing, dining, smiling, talking and feeling good. I had to ask myself again, "What recession?" Through open doors leading out to Loca Luna's veranda, we saw the sun set around 9:15pm. The air was steamed electricity. The energy was contagious... and abundantly so. This is lovely. Very lovely. 
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