Some places feed you. And then there are places in Mississippi that raise you.
What if the best meal of your life wasn’t plated with tweezers or served under mood lighting, but scooped onto a tray by someone whose grandmother perfected that recipe in 1952?
What if history tasted like slow-simmered greens, golden cornbread, and a pie recipe nobody dares to write down? These cafeterias aren’t chasing trends. They’re guarding legacies. Same steam tables…