Grits, Anyone?

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This summer I was involved in a bar conversation with three friends. We were debating leaving Bandito Barney's on two motorcycles en route to a Waffle House in Nashville in order to settle a bet about grits. Or maybe it was chicken-fried steak. At any rate, the road trip was tabled in favor of me calling a Waffle House in Nashville to answer the question.

I don't remember the bet, or if it were Marwan or Patricia who won. But I do suspect that, knowing us, our road trip might very well have turned out similarly. Minus the choking and cocaine, of course.