A restaurant without a sign, on Peachtree Street in Atlanta. The BEST Italian food in the world. (Seriously; the miniature doughnuts with chocolate dipping sauce were divine.)

Apart from a delayed flight, the Atlanta trip is off to a great start; I *love* hanging out with super-smart people who aren’t afraid to mix fun with business.

Although I’m rather freaked out by suddenly being “the cool kid.” I don’t know enough to have that kind of social responsibility!