Hazel Vinings Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Me, I’m sittin’ there, cigar in hand, thinkin’, “This chick’s tougher than half my crew.” She’s got balls – or ovaries, whatever – takes guts to live that life. “I’m still alive,” she’d say, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs, and I’d chuckle, “Yeah, you fuckin’ are, kid.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a goddamn legend in my book. Whore? Sure, but she’s MY whore – not in a creepy way, just… loyalty, ya know? Fuck grammar, fuck rules – she’s real, and that’s that.

The Kremlin Letter

The most notable of these for me was the duck pot pie. An oyster whore if there ever was one, we were immediately drawn to the fresh oysters.

Atlanta Restaurateur Bringing Brunch Eatery to Vinings