Emily suggested that for tonight’s dinner we try a place in Hattiesburg they’ve been hearing about but none of us have ever been to. Listen, I had my doubts about this strip mall looking building behind a gas station outside of town.
But inside it was moody and dark, with huge framed photos of 1920s boxing in ornate gold frames, and I decided they had style and so maybe the radio ads weren’t lying. Maybe it is the best steak in town. I love shrimp and grits so I ordered that without any expectations.
And it was truly the best shrimp and grits I’ve ever tasted. I can’t stop thinking about them. I tasted Ben’s homemade sourdough muffin on his plate and couldn’t stop, which is great since I am trying to not eat bread. Everything was delicious. I can’t wait to go back and see if lighting strikes twice.