I was raised in the South by a real Southern mamma that knew how to really cook fantastic Southern food and buttermilk biscuits good enuf to slap yo mamma. We went to Speckle Butterbean, thinking we would have some great Southern cooking....ain't so. Nothing they had was Southern food and wasn't fittin' to eat. Tried their collards....yuk...fried chicken....you gotta be kiddin'. Accidentally drop one of the biscuits and it cracked a hole in the concrete floor. Now don't git offended, but the cook must be from New Yawk City.
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