I am humbled by the unexpected culinary adventures forced upon me, a Brooklyner (who lived in San Francisco and New Orleans each for a seven year stretch, and now returned to the fatherland to live), on an accidental two week layover in the Athens of the South...
One after another, each better than the last, lunchplates, meat and threes that actually become meat and fives or sixes just to try everything, Prince's hot chickens (way -underline- better than Boo's - i'll fight anyone on that- , and obviously better than Hot Chickens Dot Com), pigs, and best of all, pie, glorious pie. Chess at Prince's (what IS that?), Lemon Meringue at Swett's, Coconut Cream at Sylvan Park, and the sublimely basic yet perfect Elliston Place - killer chocolate malt, and like the best cole slaw I might've ever had... I don't know why this town is not better represented on the global culinary map. This place makes high art out of the everyday lunchplate. Hell I even thought the Deli I ate at was killer and I live in Brooklyn. What was that place called? Daisy's? Dolly's? Not Noshville.
Tomorrow: Pig and Pie.
By the way- I'm hot shit- I always order with the heat on ten and it's never enough (anyone been to Shopsin's in NYC?)- I strongly advise not walking into Prince's and ordering your chicken extra spicy... That was downright psychedelic. Now I'm back down to regular hot, and that's just fine with me.