Formura Drift Atranta Pt. 2
So… Apparently @Joe Ayala lost all of his photos of the second part of our journey in Atlanta, so I’m going to have to hold up this post on my own. I apologize beforehand for the sub par photo quality, but Joe Ayala is a punk bitch. Anyway, according to our friend Will Roegge, no trip to Atlanta is complete without a stop by Daddy Dz’ Bar-B-Q Joynt. Before we headed to the airport to go home, we made a detour downtown to the infamous BBQ spot and this was our first impression.
When you’re in a shady part of town and you see graffiti everywhere you look, you know you can expect some great food. Cars rolling on 24s or sitting on blocks are always a good sign. Speaking of good signs, this particular one has seen better days.
With curiosity getting the better of us, we peeked through the fence to see what Daddy Dz’ is workin’ with. What we saw next made our mouths water.
With a crumbling old brick oven held up by shopping carts and kegs, Joe and I knew we were in for a treat.
While our companions were inside ordering pulled pork sandwiches and ribs, Joe and I let our cameras lead the way.
Even the handicap parking sign was sittin’ on dubs.
Joe’s shooting stance puts Spider Man to shame.
Upon walking in the front door, the interior decor was a sight to behold.
With rusty old signs and half-melted posters, the front porch was nothing short of inviting.
Other than the sweet surroundings, the best part of Daddy Dz’ was the company of friends. Linhbergh was up to his usual antics, cracking jokes left and right. We <3 you, Linhbergh.
The incredibly talented, helpful, and hospitable Lieze Truter was on the scene.
And Formula Drift’s Thao Nguyen rounded out the group with her classy-ass shades.
After enjoying several cups of sweet tea, our food arrived. Joe had ordered a rib sandwich that can hardly be classified as such. Needless to say, dis shit was guuud.
Om nom nom nom.
Also on the menu was this incredible macaroni and cheese. YUM.
Don’t leave a camera around Linhbergh unattended or you will have many awesome photos on your card when you get it back.
As I type this, Joe is still wearing this Rush shirt. I don’t think he’s taken it off since FD Long Beach.
If you’re in Atlanta and see this Neon, be sure to give Lieze a friendly wave.
Upon arrival to the airport, Joe and I were greeted with the news that our flight had been delayed and eventually cancelled. To kill the time, we practiced our handstands among thousands of pissed off air travelers.
This is Joe’s only remaining photo of the trip, but what a contribution. The look on this man’s face portrays the sentiment of many of our passersby. That sentiment being – “What the f#ck?”