Sometimes some things in this crazy old world work. All meats are cooked on premises. All dressings and soups homemade from scratch. Three lettuce mix on salads.
All ingredients are top of the line.
So on a rain-drenched weekday, I trundled off to this little slip of a place on a prime stretch of real estate in the heart of downtown Birmingham. Juices are poured from baby-size tin cans. And there is owner Michael Cleland himself, cookin' up front in the window, and his father, Roy, at work at his side. It is worth every bit of the extra tariff. It wasn't that high, really, but it was joy in the morning.