So maybe everything is covered with gigantic blobs of neon yellow pollen, and maybe some people's southern accents are so thick as to be inscrutable, and maybe it's hard to find good a good sushi restaurant and even if there was, it wouldn't matter, because you'd probably have to get in your car and drive for half an hour to get there. But one unequivocal thing I have to say about Atlanta is this: in the Spring, the weather here is amazing.
(O snail, climb Mount Fuji, but slowly, slowly!)