“Where is this place?”
I grin a bit and explain as our group ducks into a borrowed minivan. We are going to Grits Cafe in Forsyth — near Macon. Friends often ask me to select our dining destination, but this time, my selection is met with sideways glances.
As we exit I-75 in Forsyth, I scan the landscape for a back-up plan if the restaurant fails to please. Not much — save a Dairy Queen. I wonder whether a stellar restaurant could lie here in this little town. I silently beg Grits Cafe to surprise us.
Located in one of the original buildings on the town square, Grits Cafe is charming. We sit beneath grapevines entwined with tiny lights as we sip swoon-worthy Porch Swing cocktails — Maker’s Mark bourbon with chunky-sweet-peach puree — and peruse the menu of Southern dishes with touches of Cajun, Southwestern and Asian influence.
Our road-trip snacks long gone, we dive into our appetizers. We can’t resist ordering the fish-stick-shaped Asiago