And while we don’t feel it’s appropriate (or nice, really) to talk about that now, we do think it’s safe to start weaning yourself off the smoothie and spear-caught marlin diet.
So here, have a lard biscuit.
Courtesy of The Cardinal, a comforting take on Southern cooking (the chef’s from Bubby’s) that’s keeping things low, slow and generously doused in red-eye gravy, opening Monday.
Get ready to start hearing “You’ve got a little something on your face. No. No. The other side” quite a bit, because the foodstuff (Memphis ribs, Carolina pig, Texas brisket) at this white brick bunker doesn’t exactly skimp on the sauce. Thankfully, you’ve always been known to walk softly and carry a ton of wet-naps.
So if you’re sitting back and trying to figure out the precise moment to grace this bi-level, So-Co oasis with your presence... the answer is yes. Show up early on the weekend, and you can settle into a pew-style seat for housemade hot links and sour cream pancakes. Between the afternoon hours of 4 and 6, it’s counter service catfish sandwich time (naturally). And when dinner rolls around, you’ll want to park things up in the mezzanine, where you’ll construct a BBQ plate out of whole hog, pole beans and fried green tomatoes.
Feel free to ad-lib, though.