Truth: I've never set foot in Georgia. Sure, I've admired from afar the Forest City (that's Savannah to the rest of us) with its spanish moss and ancient oaks, and I feel like I've had a pint or two with the team at Scoutmob headquarters since I moonlight for them from my outpost, but nope, haven't been. Which is why when I found images of Atlanta's darling West Egg Cafe, with its library-meets-coffee shop decor, Fried Green Tomato Wraps and Build-Your-Own Biscuits(amazing!), I just about purchased a ticket. My first stop that way is Nashville this year (for Wedding No. 2), but perhaps we'll detour on the way home just to have breakfast at this Southern charmer.