I had grits for breakfast this morning. We often do on weekends. There are not too many places that serve grits around Seattle. Some Denny's will serve them by request, but I'm not a big Denny's guy.
There were two restaurants that served grits that I enjoyed, but it's been years since both of them closed. One was called Larry's, I believe, and it was in Pioneer Square. It was a blues club, but they opened mornings and served grits, biscuits and sausage gravy. The other was a small place in our old neighborhood. The lady that owned it was from Charleston, South Carolina, and her place specialized in "low country" cooking. And the grits were terrific. She had them shipped in weekly from a mill in Tennessee at considerable expense. She told me once that she actually lost money on grits, but that they were integral to her menu and she would only serve the best.
Then one Saturday her place was closed and that was it. I don't remember the name of the restaurant, but I remember the food.
And the especially the grits.
Personal Message: George, next time we breakfast together, the grits are on me!
2 comments:
Personal message to George: I'd ask for a plate.
Sweet! Thank you for making a complete breakfast.
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