Breakfast this morning at Grandma's Kitchen, where submissive locals queue up, meekly place their orders, and are grateful for whatever the ornery madam delivers.
Friends loved their apple and sweet potato pancakes, but we were served dry, freezer-burned biscuits and bacon so rancid that not even a pass through the deep-fat fryer could disguise the metallic tang of pork gone bad.
Authentic and fun, but an attitude like this (see sign in photo) had better be backed up with some mighty good eats...and at Grandma's, that ain't the case. Not recommended. (F)
