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| - Despite my disdain for the South's more "yikes"-ish tendencies when it comes to basic socioeconomic issues (especially in light of recent events), the region's food always makes me able to at least halfway forgive them for a finite period of time (and that says a lot). Unlike most white American traditional home cooking, which I find to be quite bland for my tastes more often than not, Southern food delivers up some stick-to-your-ribs comfort that will always leave you longing for more. Given Montréal's track record of not being the best in American joies-de-vivre such as pizza, macaroni and cheese, barbecue, and bagels (fight me on this one); I was quite surprised and hopeful in stumbling upon this place. I'm pleased to say it wildly exceeded my expectations.
Immediately after walking in, I was surrounded by a cozy and rustic interior that made me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, especially coupled with the friendly and inviting waiters. After deciding to sit at the bar, I ordered a meat and three with pulled pork, mac and cheese (you can sub mac and cheese for two sides), and candied yams. I can honestly say that it was one of the most food-gasmic meals I've ever had. The pulled pork was fall-apart-in-your-mouth tender and a far cry from most of my experiences with Westerners cooking pork in a rather dry manner; plus it went well with the (actually decently spicy!) peach chile-something spicy sauce that I drizzled on every bite. It brought a somewhat tart and slightly citrus-y dimension to the meat. The candied yams could have been delightful just on their own as I am a huge fan of sweet potatoes, but the sweet sauce that carries notes of brown sugar made sweet and savory a dream made in heaven. And the mac and cheese was the most cheesy, naughty, and melty dish that I've had in a long time, with the pasta cooked to a perfect al dente. It harbored a mix of different cheeses including cheddar and bleu, if I'm correct, and the breadcrumb crust on top that signalled the fact that it was baked sealed the deal for me.
Although I was full by the time I was done, I couldn't resist trying one of their desserts because of how well Southerners make them. The creamy Atlantic Beach Pie was on the menu for the day, and according to NPR, it originated on the North Carolina coast. Made with a combination of lemon and lime flavors with a sweet and salty crust and a whipped cream topping, it further justified my affinity for fruit-based desserts and how I could eat them for eternity. Overall, the entire meal was luscious but unpretentious, and I would 10/10 recommend this place to anyone who wants homey comfort food or even for a cozy date night. I can't wait to come back and try some of their drinks and especially their famous fried chicken to see how it stacks up against my favorite international variant (Korean)!
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