My wife and I stopped here on a Wednesday night. We were seated by an uncharming, rotund fellow into a room that needs a better layout and decoration. Maybe we caught them on an off night, but my iceberg lettuce salad was a bit sad, the bread was unremarkable, and their signature dish of fried chicken and country ham was almost not edible. The breading on the chicken was thin, flavorless, and greasy while the chicken was overcooked, dry, and flavorless. After a few bites of the chewy, greasy ham, I gave up. The green beans had the bejesus cooked out of them, and the corn pudding was bland. The sweet tea was good. My wife's fish needed seasoning, but she enjoyed her apple-spice cake. The ambiance of the dining room included no music (which I appreciate), but the lady running the place was often cackling loudly with the guests. Our server was a nice, young lady without much experience or personality. They had an odd system of getting food out, where this huge, umkempt fellow brought it out and stood there waiting for the servers. After dinner, we walked around the many gathering rooms marveling at the history of the place as well as all the wall space dedicated to Robert E. Lee.
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