"The outdoor space was a charming, eclectic little courtyard, complete with heat lamps to ward off the chill of December during our visit. Our evening started off well; our server was enthusiastic and friendly. He took the kids' orders and swiftly brought them lemonade, but I should have anticipated that giving glass mason jars to a young child might lead to trouble. Sure enough, after a few sips, the condensation caused the jar to slip from his hands and shatter on the brick pavers. Although it was an accident, the response we received was far from welcoming. The owner, who later approached us, sternly instructed us not to move and forcibly pulled my son's chair out of the way, telling us we needed to change tables. There was no warmth or southern charm in her demeanor—just a very direct approach. I didn't expect someone to come over and sweet-talk us, but her tone left us feeling off-put and unwelcome.
When our food arrived, I ordered the shrimp and grits, which I understood to be their signature dish. While it wasn’t terrible, it certainly didn’t impress me either. The grits were dry and lacked flavor, and the shrimp were overcooked. The sauce was the one redeeming feature of the dish. My wife’s BLT on pita was fine—again, not bad, but we probably wouldn’t go out of our way to return."
