There’s something almost magical about watching a perfect plate of biscuits and gravy delivered to the table next to you, trailing a cloud of steam and possibility that makes your own menu choice suddenly seem inadequate.
Such is the daily drama at Sassafras American Eatery in Denver, where Southern-inspired comfort food has developed a cult following that borders on religious devotion.
I’ve eaten breakfasts across this great country of ours, from roadside diners in Maine to beachfront cafes in California, and let me tell you something – when you find a place that makes proper grits, you don’t walk away.
You run toward it, arms flailing, wallet open, ready to surrender to culinary bliss…