I lived in Atlanta for almost year and hated it. Still felt a weird awkward undercurrent of segregation. Weather was horrible, traffic was hell, city layout was senseless, food was mostly uninspiring ,traffic lights weren't in sync, crime was rampant, everything seemed to be constructed very halfassed with sidewalks crumbling and new condos starting to fall apart at the edges after just a couple years. To get anywhere good meant driving among crazy drivers trying to see traffic lights hanging crooked and turned at the wrong angles so you couldnt even see them properly, or walking on cooking hot broken sidewalks that would fry you in 10 minutes.
I lived in a (cheaply) gated condo and on my second day there I watched a guy ram his car through the gate because he didn't have his key card or the gate was broken. It didnt seem abnormal. A co-worker got held up at gunpoint my first week, and my roomates car was broken into 3 times. A friend videotaped someone breaking into a garage and stealing things but the police couldn't even be bothered to look at the footage.
Every Uber driver would ask me what i thought about Atlanta so I would just say "I like the trees. There are more than I expected," because that's the only positive I could think of.
Then they would respond "Well it's Atlanta, OF COURSE you love it!" and flash a smile beaming with pride. They would often talk about how they came from some shthole city in the south but finally made it to Atlanta, the crown jewel. I lost all desire to see another town in South ever in my life.
There was one coffee shop i liked and a surprisingly good oyster place.