We spent a night in Atlanta, to break up the drive from Savannah to Nashville. We could think of no better meal for a Sunday night than Fat Matt’s Rib Shack. I mean, obviously. A live blues band and Georgia’s best BBQ makes for quite a night and I don’t know many who’d argue. Fat Matt’s is dark and divey and nestled between strip clubs and cheap gas stations, and I mean that in the best kind of way. We drank bottles of beer and had sides of collard greens and sticky-sweet baked beans. The pulled pork and slaw bun I had was like a soft bite of authentic Southern charm and I loved it. Jordy had just the day before shaved his beard off and I don’t think he’d mind my telling you that the main contributing factor was ‘to better eat ribs’. He made tidy work of his plate and had the place not been so damn busy and inclined to need the table, we’d have stayed on to hear the music all night.