I found myself in Oxford, Mississippi in the fall of 2009. I had spent a lot of time there throughout the last few years and was very familiar with the wonderful restaurants that have filled that tiny little college town. Somehow, one of these restaurants had managed to escape me. As we were headed out of town that fateful Sunday afternoon, the day after witnessing my beloved Crimson Tide own the Rebels, we decided to get a bite to eat before getting on the highway. We sat down and ordered from a simple menu. It was bacon, eggs, pancakes, grits, etc. There was nothing complicated about it. Good food made with the best ingredients was their formula. People couldn’t get enough of it. As I sat there that afternoon, I knew what was going to happen next. In Birmingham, a place like this doesn’t exist, and I was going to do my best to change that.