I was cruising with the windows down when the most incredible smell hit me like a warm hug from the South itself.
One second I was focused on the winding road, and the next I slammed on the brakes, pulled over, and followed my nose straight to a little mountain diner I had never heard of.
What followed was hands-down the best meal of my entire trip: fluffy biscuits smothered in gravy, crispy fried chicken that made me weak in the knees, and sweet tea so perfect it should come with its own fan club…