Ahh, Birmingham Restaurant Week. You came and went too quickly.
For 10 glorious days, restaurant-goers in one of the fattest states in America could gorge themselves on much better food.
We were still giving ourselves diabetes, but a much higher class of diabetes; the kind of diabetes that knows which fork to use first in restaurants like Bottega and makes snide remarks about English majors.
For $30, $20, or $10, average Joes could wander into the finest restaurants in Birmingham and walk out stuffed with three courses of goodness. Here's part one of the rundown on my extended week of gluttony: