My grandmother never made matzo ball soup this good, and she would be the first to admit it. I ordered a small cup just to be polite.
Twenty minutes later I was asking the waitress if I could take a container home. The broth hit first, warm and simple, nothing fancy about it.
Then the matzo ball itself, soft enough to cut with a spoon, holding its shape just long enough. Georgia has plenty of comfort food classics, but this one built a following that stretches across the entire state…