Corey Buffo

I have lived within walking distance of this charming institution for half of its existence. It is fine for pancakes, but then I forget that and go back every few years and eat something else. I tried the shrimp and grits last Sunday. I must be writing this to remind my future self. Watery and lumpy, by far the worst grits I have ever tasted. And I’m not even a southerner. And rubbery pre-cooked shrimp, which is typical for places like this but somehow I had hoped for better and it was 19 bucks... Then there was a metal shard in the grits. Not huge, mind you, size of a fingernail, but that made me nervous. I should have returned it, but how or where? It is frantic. I want to love this institution, and maybe I still blindly do for what it is, probably helps my property value or something, but they need to earn it, or stick to pancakes and stay staid. Or maybe that is the message to my future self.