Scratch-made buttermilk biscuits. Crispy fried chicken. House-made sausage. Eggs. Cheese. Hash browns. Bacon. Pimento cheese. An absolutely irresponsible amount of butter.

One bite and suddenly the birds are singing louder, your father is proud of you, and for the first time in your life, everything makes sense.

Will it change your life? Almost certainly.

Will it heal old wounds? Reunite families? Restore your faith in humanity?

We’re a restaurant. Legally, we have to say no.