If you’re driving from Knoxville to Chicago, do not stop to eat here. The food was marginal at best.
But we seem to have hit a time warp back to 2002. Freedom toast? I guess the heading didn’t get the memo. I ordered the French Toast.
Mush? Still not 100%. The server didn’t know either. And don’t order the grits. I’m not sure what they brought us, but they weren’t any grits I knew.
