The Marriot Marquis in Atlanta is the biggest hotel I’ve ever been in. The view from any of the three lobbies is overwhelming, like standing in a giant whale’s belly, glass-walled elevators sailing up and down its spine and floor after floor jutting out like one million ribs. I was also upgraded to a suite for no additional moniez and feel even more like a tiny being inside a colossal beast.
Soul Vegetarian serves up veganable soul food; I got mac n’ cheese and a tofu sandwich. Marne was extremely disappointed by how little I was able to eat after proclaiming starvation and dragging her to dinner early. Sorry, Marnz.
A bonus opinion for you: Tomatoes are only good when they are sauce.