Getting in at 6 AM from a long redeye, with another leg to go, this little place in the Concourse A food court was my salvation. Scrambled eggs, good fried potatoes, and a big hunk of tasty smoked link sausage. I asked her, "Put a little gravy on there," and she says, "On what?" and I says, "All of it," and she smothered it, baby. Not your mama's gravy or my mama's either, but a good tasty peppery sausage gravy, and plenty hot. Ate it all at the window, watching the airport ramp activity. That one meal redeemed a miserable trip. If I lived in the neighborhood, I'd drive to Hartsfield just to eat at Paschal's.
Actually, going back through last night, I had a pretty good dinner of smothered baked chicken with greens and peas, decent cornbread too.