I'm a sucker for good cornbread, and when you grill it to golden crispness, top it with melting Brie and tender house-smoked brisket, drizzle with maple syrup and sriracha, you make me a very happy woman. And David was an equally happy man with his excellently-executed fried chicken resting on a bed of delicately creamy grits, finished with a poached egg and a fresh, herby green sauce. If you want a seat in the tiny (cosy?), spare diner-inspired place, get there early. We really enjoyed watching the action in the kitchen as we sipped our coffee sitting at the bar.