“Sweet Home Alabama” was playing somewhere in the background, and honestly, it felt appropriate. Because nothing says legendary quite like Alabama’s catfish platters, and these, oh, these were the stuff of local lore.
Crispy, golden, and stacked so high they practically challenged gravity, they were the kind of meal that made you reconsider your solo dining ambitions.
One bite and I understood why nobody finishes these platters alone: each fillet was juicy perfection, each hush puppy a golden nugget of happiness, and the sides? Let’s just say they deserved their own encore…