We recently wrapped our annual Savor Sandy Springs Restaurant Weekand boy, was there a lot of amazing food. The week goes by so fast, it feels like there’s not enough time to eat all the shrimp and grits and key lime pie available at such reasonable prices. So reasonable. But it’s also exhausting. And my pillow sure is comfy. I hope I dream about Restaurant Week tonight. That’d be the tops. In fact, what if--and stay with me--instead of once a year, Restaurant Week was every week???

Insert Dream Sequence music. Fade to next scene, which feels perfectly innocent and just like real life.

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I’m eating Buttermilk Fried Chicken and Bourbon Pecan Pie from Food 101 with my best friends, Michael Bublé and Benjamin Franklin. Now, somehow, we’re at Marlow’s Tavern chowing down on “Infamous” Fish Tacos. Wow, Marlow, you’ve outdone yourself with this house-made cheesecake. Wow, Marlow, you look just like TV’s Scott Baio. Hey Mike and Ben, can you believe the incredible prices on these three-course dinners?!

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Now I’m eating breakfast at J.Christopher’s while Bublé serenades us with a cover of Beyonce’s “Halo.” It’s weird but surprisingly great. Like a wacky cartoon character, I eat seven Blueberry Crunchcake short stacks in one gulp. This makes Ben laugh, and then we laugh and laugh together. Lunch is Chipotle Grilled Tilapia at Hudson Grille, then it’s appetizers and that truly awesome paella at Under the Cork Tree.

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Seven “3 Salad Plates” for lunch at Southern Bistro (never too early to work on that beach bod). Cajun Chicken Fettuccini at Wyndham Atlanta Galleria, then laughing with my dearest friends over an Elegant Elftini every night at Pinocchios. What-a-week. My teeth are briefly wooden and it’s scary.

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Gonna get some discount pies for breakfasts from Buttermilk Sky Pie, just as soon as I… button… these...jeans! Oh wait I’m not wearing pants at all. (Cover your eyes, Bublé!) Might as well swing by Nothing Bundt Cakes on the way, pick up some BOGO Red Velvet Bundlets. Hey Ben, be a dear and carry me to Tin Can Fish House for some oysters. Now it’s desserts at il Giallo. Bublé flies us there on his eagle wings. He’s strapping.

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Drinks at 5 Seasons Brewing Co., which is suddenly and strangely located in my old high school. I’m late for class, I know it, but I have to stop into Dantanna’s and Hammocks Trading Co. and Savor Bar & Kitchen first. Eat, drink, eat, drink, study Chem, eat, drink, eat, drink, eat, drink, eat, omg I missed my te-

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I’m at a headstone. My name is on it and also the inscription: “She died the way she lived:  Eating.” Everyone is weeping and dressed in black, except Bublé.  He’s in all white like an angel. Ben blows his nose loudly into a hanky. Wait, that’s not a hanky -  - it’s my Chem test! Some dude in the back of the group is gnawing on a Buttermilk Fried Chicken leg. His chewing is loud. Very loud. Oh my gosh it won’t STOP!

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I bolt upright in my bed. I’m alive! My heart is beating, and there are no searing pains in my side, and I haven’t eaten myself to my death! Then a sinking realization hits: Restaurant Week isn’t every week. It’s over, and it won’t happen again for another year. But hey, the restaurants are still here tempting our taste buds in Sandy Springs.  So I’m headed out to eat for real.  And this time, I don’t have to share with that greedy Bublé.