Locals mix with tourists at this retro-yet-au-courant diner whose menu favors rock-around-the-clock Southern favorites. With hefty breakfasts such as shrimp and grits with bacon, sausage, and poached eggs, no one leaves the Fremont hungry. Ditto for lunch, at which oyster po'boys, chili cheese dogs, and handmade hamburgers (no prefab patties here) fortify patrons for the next round of wine...
Everyone here is having fun with the idea of a down-home truck stop. From the decorators and owners who assembled the bric-a-brac, to the chef who put together the menu with a near-curatorial zeal, to the tough-exteriored "Marges" behind the counter. Everything, from the countrified "Praise the Lard" slogan to the (exquisitely battered) chicken and waffles, is in its right place. Like Jello...