Our waitress told us the grits at Flying Biscuit were better than the grits here, and frankly, that's how I felt about the whole scene. My omelette had plenty of fresh veggies in it, my toast was nicely buttered, my coffee was hot. But it's no Flying Biscuit.
My chief complaint: the potatoes. They were soggy and mushy, which, ew. I love potatoes, and I really have a tough time forgiving people who eff them up.