Daniel Estep
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Stopped into this little spot hoping to get a hearty Southern meal like my Granny used to make—something that sticks to your ribs and warms the soul. The atmosphere is exactly what you’d expect from a small-town country store and eatery: cozy, familiar, and full of friendly folks ready to chat.
I ordered the Hamburger Steak Platter with fried okra, a side salad, and fried pickles. And while my Granny did cross my mind when the food arrived, it was more in the sense of wondering if this is what she’d have been forced to eat had she ever ended up in a nursing home. I opted out of grilled onions on my hamburger steak, but I didn’t realize that meant I’d be served a plain, dry burger patty with nothing to dress it up. When I asked about gravy, I was told the only options were A1 or Heinz 57—bless it.
The fried okra was the usual pre-frozen variety, hard to mess up but nothing special. Same goes for the fried pickles—except I only got four small wedges, and the batter slid right off with the first bite, leaving me with a sad little mushy pickle.
Now, don’t get me wrong—the food wasn’t terrible. If you’re watching your salt intake, keeping an eye on your cholesterol, or just looking for a place to sit and chat about “this generation” over a plate of something bland, this might be just the spot for you. But if you’d rather save yourself $20, just hit the drive-thru and ask for a plain burger patty. You’ll get the same experience for less than half the price.