In town, we joke around a lot about there being multiple seasons of summer. There are a couple of memes that float around with regularity that break this phenomenon up into Summer, “Hell’s Front Porch,” False Fall, Second Summer, then finally, true fall. But as soon as autumn hits in earnest, so does an unexpectedly unforgiving cold, because soon after comes three spurts of deep winter, interrupted by the tease of a Spring of Deception and Fool’s Spring.
This breakdown of our dozen seasons is funny because it’s true — which makes what you’re about to read even more important. We’re here to sustain you for the crisp days finally upon us and the frigid nights ahead. Right this way to the most intimate, hygge-iest restaurants in the city and the orders that will tide you through until The Pollening. Here’s our pick of Atlanta’s coziest restaurants.
