Get an order of cheeseballs with ranch AND honey mustard AND a full order of 'scits'n'gravy AND 5-6 refills of black coffee AND breath in deep the thick, smoky haze of freedom cause your arteries & lungs are young and invincible. Do it with a huge group or your sketchiest friends and drive back in a stuffed car blaring tunes at 3am.
Best times.
Sorry. You can never go back.
Don't do it. I don't care how hungry you are, or if you're like us and hadn't eaten in a day and a half because you just didn't have the time to stop. Just don't do it. The food here was awful. We ordered eggs, bacon, biscuits and gravy and hash-browns. Let me start by saying that our eggs were burnt, our bacon and hash-browns were still half-frozen and the gravy on our biscuits tasted like dog food.
And besides, it's one of those places that still allows you to smoke. I don't care HOW many windows, half-walls or doors you put between the smoking and non-smoking section, us non-smokers can still smell your smoke.
Nasty, frozen food mixed with stale cigarette smoke made this whole experience just downright horrible.
We will not return, because we value our stomachs!
I've driven by this place a million times, and always wondered. Now I know.
The front room is filled with the overall and seed cap crowd along with a few truckers. Most everyone in this room will be smoking cigs and drinking coffee. They will all stop their conversations and look at you as you walk by.
The back room is where you will go if you do not want to sit with the smokers. It has hideous old grandma wallpaper and mismatched art (a modernist piece, a HUGE picture of Jesus, and some photos of the grand canyon or something). Enjoy this as best as you can.
We stopped for breakfast. The menu offers the usual selections. My dining companion enjoyed her waffle, but wondered why it was served with about a dozen butter patts on the side. She then looked around the room at our fellow customers, many plus sized, and answered her own question. My eggs were perfectly cooked, as was my bacon, but the hashbrowns were almost raw. No good crispy bits at all. The food was serviceable. The prices were pretty cheap.
Two stars for food, plus a bonus star for the overall weirdness of the place. I'm thinking you can do at least as good at the next exit, absent perhaps the unusual art. It's your call.
In 2 words I can sum up this place...open late. Â That's the only reason to ever go here. Â If you eat here during the day there is something wrong with you. Â Great late night drunk spot to grab some greasy ass food. Â Nothing special in the taste or for sure nor in the nutritional areas. Â Many a drunken night was spent here in the college years well into the late 3-4am times. Â Plenty of smoking and women that look like men going on in here. Â I think I went in here after I ate some mushrooms once and wow that was a bad idea! Â Really going out in public on mushrooms is bad any way you slice it. Â But check out the dinner bell if you're on 35 headed north or south and just happen to be in Eagleville. Â
You might as well pick up some fireworks too across the street at the gigantic firework store...but don't let em fool ya...the "giant" fireworks store isn't so gigantic...it's an optical illusion...go look at the south side of the building and you'll see what I mean...
Oh fuck. Â The first time I ate here I was still in high school. Â I was visiting my brother at Graceland for homecoming. Â I came here after a long night of drinking. Â This may have been the first time I got REALLY drunk. Â I think I had a pint of Peachtree Schnapps and a couple of beers. Â Anyway, I ordered the greasy bacon cheeseburger, the big fucker. Â Ate the whole thing down. Â Passed out like a dream. Woke up to the apocalypse of my stomach. Â Apparently, Peachtree and Greasy don't mix, and they spent the rest of their existence on the carpet in the bottom floor of Aaron, when it used to be Stuart Manor. Â Since then I have eaten here a hundred times. Â Cinnamon rolls are legendary and the good times are always a-rollin'. Â Try to avoid the sober Gracelander table and don't even think about sitting in the special Truckers Only section. Â Other than that, smoke cigarettes till yer lungs collapse. Â This place may always hold a special light in my heart as my favorite late night drunk diner.
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