I may never be able to eat shrimp and grits anywhere else, this place has ruined me for all other versions, do you hear me?
Fried green tomatoes, cheese fondue, and a trio of desserts. Not to mention the Frosty Dog, the Muscadine wine–and the view of the mountains from the deck. Gary’s steak was awesome to behold, but I had to mooch off some of the black-eye pea side, with the corn/tomatoes/peppers. Yum.
Worth the trip, every single mile (okay, so it was only 7 miles from the Floyd Hotel), but more from Centreville.
We will have to come back here.