What to Order: The Daily Special. This little house on Bay Street in my hometown might be the very first restaurant I ever frequented. The procedure was simple: You entered the home (hallways covered in family photos), fixed your plate of comfort food (fried chicken, pork chops, creamed corn, butter beans) off the make-shift serving counter at the kitchen entryway, sat at one of the folding tables scattered throughout the house (at whatever seat was available), and left your money in the basket by the door (making your own change). I’ve never seen another place like it. And happily, the experience remains the same today.
512 Bay Street; 601/656-3478