The line moved slow, and nobody seemed to mind. That should have told me something right away.
No menu board with pictures, no laminated specials, just a chalkboard scrawled in handwriting only the regulars could read fast. I ordered what the guy ahead of me got, mostly out of curiosity, and it turned out to be the right call.
Bread still warm, meat sliced right there, nothing rushed about any of it. Georgia towns hide places like this on nearly every corner, easy to miss if you are not paying attention…