It’s 7 a.m. and my alarm clock is ringing – screaming, “Get up, get up.” I hit it once, go back to dreaming. Two scenes later and it’s at it again. I can’t win. I bite the bullet, pull it together and sit up. I sit still for just a moment, collect my thoughts and thank my God for another...

James Bazzelle doesn’t look like your typical restaurant owner. He wears an oversized red Polo shirt with a black “G” patch piped in white across the left breast and a pair of baggy dark blue jeans. Even though he later affirms that he’s not a huge University of Georgia fan, he still subtly pays...

I found my niche. I have become an ice cream freezer, perhaps one of only a handful of people in the country who knows the ins and outs of freezing non-homogenized ice cream. I pour some liquid in a machine and make sure there is a cardboard box to collect the final product at the other end—sounds...

Leave it to the ancient Greeks to have predicted what’s necessary to create the perfect burger experience in 21st century North Carolina. To be fair, when the toga-types twigged to the four basic elements—earth, wind, water and fire—they weren’t considering that their philosophical musings...