Tupelo Honey isn't what I remember it to be. We arrived for a Saturday brunch mid morning, early afternoon and found the bar mostly empty. We decided to grab a seat at the bar for convenience. There was one bartender behind the bar, who seemed more than a little irritated that we decided to sit there. She was busy making all of the drinks for the remainder of the restaurant, and wasn't able to provide the best customer service to the customers sitting at the bar (it steadily got busier over the course of our visit).
Tupelo has a decent selection of Mimosas and Bloody Marys, which was by far the bright spot of our visit. I've eaten here a few times in the past, and always remembered a broad selection of standard breakfast fare, as well as some more interesting plates to choose from. It seems now that the entire menu is trying too hard, for lack of a better phrase. I ordered the Appalachian breakfast, and my other guest ordered the hash. Both of our plates came out with cold eggs.
With so many different places to choose from to eat brunch with consistent service and at least better (hotter) food, I'm going to scratch Tupelo off the list for now.