There’s a place where I go to dine in shame and fat pants. Not because it’s a shameful place. Because the food is so good that you can’t help but stuff yourself in a truly shameful manner.
I’m talking comfort food at it’s best. There’s nothing fancy about Mississippi Belle, they don’t take credit cards and don’t serve alcohol. But what they do, they do well: soul food that will make your eyes roll back in your head. Continue reading



