Forks ready? Missouri’s family restaurants are serving up more than meals.
They’re serving up full-on nostalgia attacks. One bite of crispy fried chicken, and suddenly childhood Sunday dinners flash before your eyes. Gravy so silky it practically moonwalks across your plate.
Biscuits that vanish faster than you can say “pass me another.” These spots don’t just fill bellies, they fuel stories, laughter, and that irresistible urge to come back tomorrow. Plates arrive piled high, flavors hit hard, and somehow every dish tastes like it’s been perfected over generations. Home-style?…