I've been disappointed many times here in the big city by what people call Soul Food. It's never really authentic, at least to my taste. What self-respecting Southerner would ever eat chicken with a waffle, I ask you? But this place will be the place I go every New Year's Day for my ritual black-eyed peas and greens for good luck and money, respectively. That is, until I find something that reminds me more of home (not likely). Plus, I had my first date with my honey there!