reviewed in the new yorker this week. ate there with our brooklyn posse (this means you, JoJo, Franco, and Mike) earlier this year, and it was crazy tasty. fried chicken, mac & cheese, collards, biscuits, and pie - like whoa. love this line from the review: "The place is generally full of youngish Williamsburg types with beards and assertive eyewear, and enough plaid shirts to make you think you’ve ended up in the Appalachians."assertive eyewear. funny.
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