Tuesday, June 2, 2026

CAFFAYS WHERE I COME FROM

 



Part of the South's reputation for good cooking has been built upon the delicious offerings in the restaurants, cafes, buffets, eating places, holes-in-the-wall, fish shacks and barbecue joints which populate the area like lightpoles. Places that promise little and deliver grandly are not hard to find, and the elite cuisinical Meccas of such as Keller and Dufresne and Ripert and Boulud have not so fervent a following of dedicated patrons and admirers as do the small, known-mostly-to-locals places dotted all over the South.

Doe's Eat Place in Greenville is one well worth mentioning, a shabby old building with black skillets turning out heavenly steaks and takeout tamales delivered in coffeecans and tables close enough to the stove to get singed. The steaks there ARE world-famous, with Zagat and Michelin and the Sterns pointing the hordes to the door. Quite a few others come to mind, of lifelong popularity and a steady, loyal clientele who make Friday night at the Hollywood (fried dill pickles!) or lunch at Stitt's or a special celebration at Mary Mac's traditions in their areas.

But there are also very small places, principally patronized by locals, and word-of-mouth is their only advertising. They're also well worth a word, and a visit. There are small formica-tabled diner types, with divided crockery plates and plastic menus needing a good wipe from a wet rag. Hamburgers and meatloaf and liver-and-onions abound, with fried chicken and catfish prominent in the bill of fare, and you see the why of the diked plates when the overflowing chicken-fried steak and gravy and mashed potatoes are set before you.

And the Meat 'n' Threes!!! Lines go around the block, even at the shacky ones with creaky floors, mismatched furniture, and oilcloth from the Seventies on the tables.

Dishes required for all self-respecting Southern Meat'n'Threes (rotating basis, Meatloaf Tuesday, etc., quite acceptable):

Fried Chicken,
Chicken Livers
Chicken and Dumplins
Meatloaf
Country Fried Steak
A big ole pink ham for Sunday Dinner, cloves optional
Whole Turkey Breast, sliced into the gravy
Mashed Potatoes

Mac N Cheese
Butterbeans
Fried Okra
Snap Beans w or w/o Baby Potatoes
Sweet potatoes, usually canned, with sugar and butter simmered with the juices to almost caramel


Kidney Bean Salad with boiled eggs and celery and a good clop of Blue Plate or Duke's


Pea Salad, ditto, with the addition of sweet pickles
Devilled Eggs
Three Bean
Five Cup
Jello


Combination Salad (Iceberg, tomato chunks, cucumber, bell pepper) with choice of 1000 or Ranch, or sometimes already tossed and wilting into the bowl, with just mayo and salt


Congealed Salad--Any flavor, with crushed pineapple and KoolWhip stirred in before jelling


Cornbread; any version, including jalapeno; sticks, wedges, squares or muffins, but they'd better not APPROACH it with the sugar bowl unless they're north of the Tennessee/Kentucky line


Rolls
Light Bread
Biscuits
Coconut Cake---creamcheese icing is good, Seven Minute is perfection
Chocolate Cake
Chess Pie--the addition of a tablespoon of cornmeal gives it the perfect texture


Chocolate Pie


Lemon Icebox, made with Eagle Brand, egg yolks and fresh-squeezed lemons, and the orphaned whites whipped into a downy cushion, swirled atop, and just barely kissed into golden peaks by the oven


Karo Pecan---everybody's Mama's recipe
Peach Cobbler (No cinnamon---just butter, sugar, vanilla---pure and perfect)
Nanna Pudding

Nobody would expect all of the above every day, but the assortment and variety and good cooking is astounding.

And our good fortune: though we live in what Chris calls the "Northernmost Southern State," we have at least three places very close by which serve exactly the above menu, done in exactly the way you'd find it in Natchez or Clarksdale or Greenwood.

Here, you’d have to specify: Sweet Tea. Down there, they just bring it.

And moire non re: Hollywood, Round Tables, and Miss Flossie's Caffay

6 comments:

  1. My dear R,

    What a feast this post was, in every sense of the word.

    Reading through your catalogue of Southern dishes, I could almost hear the screen door creaking and smell the cornbread or delicious pie coming from the oven. And not to mention, conversations and family gatherings. There is something deeply appealing about food that delivers comfort, generosity, and memory in equal measure. The South seems to understand that better than most places. Your descriptions bring that world vividly to life.

    The closest equivalent for us here would probably be the food served in our pubs and country inns. G and I are devoted to pub food and country inn cooking, especially in the Lake District. There is something wonderfully civilised about those old inns. One may settle in for a leisurely lunch, linger over a pudding, watch the weather move across the hills, and spend unhurried hours talking with loved ones across the table. No one seems eager to rush you out of the door.

    I've often read about luncheonettes in your country and confess that I cherish a small dream of visiting one someday. There is something irresistibly appealing about those places where the menu is known by heart, the coffee is always fresh, and the waitress already knows what half the customers will order before they sit down.

    And speaking of life brought vividly to the page, I must tell you, my dear R, how much I adored your post, "My Funny Valentine". I happened to reread it recently on a long bus journey home and found it every bit as moving as the first time. The story of that misty February evening, the long-stemmed rose, the awkward glasses of wine neither of you truly wanted, and the conversation that carried on until four in the morning remains one of the most romantic stories I have ever read!! It possesses that rare quality of seeming both entirely improbable and completely inevitable. One closes the story with the feeling that fate, having exhausted subtler methods, finally decided to introduce two people who were always meant to meet.

    I still remember, too, the stories you have shared over the years of Chris bringing you roses for no particular occasion at all. I'm very touched by that story. The gestures are lovely, but it is often those acts of affection, repeated faithfully through the years, that reveal the true measure of a romantic soul.

    Thank you for another wonderful visit to your corner of the world. Whether you are writing about Southern cooking, family stories, or the winding roads that brought two people together, what a wonderful GIFT you have for making your readers feel welcome at the table.

    With warmest wishes,

    ASD

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    1. Much emotion for this so-welcome missive from such a long-missed friend! Time precludes doing just to such a Fabulous---shall I say that PERFECT Brit Word for this letter: BRILLIANT. I see that one and hear it quite often of late, and it fulfils all of the attributes---it BRIGHTS me with a million suns, and the words are of such splendid array, I'm taken breathless by the sweet compliment.

      More tomorrow, perhaps by mail, for you've caught this week mid-stride in a great maelstrom of lumber and siding and garage doors and such a brigade of carpenters and electricians (yes, again, within the Year), that I feel trapped within the windows, for they all look out on great progress, but even greater havoc amongst the plants and throughout the back garden. The invasion began Monday, seethed with hammers and saws and landscapers cutting my fabulous grapevines and shrubs to get to the work. Today there's an enormous red trailer in my drive, with a teense path for me to pull back in from my days parking WAY down the street.

      So, to do justice to this lovely sweet letter, I have read and taken in, gulped and sipped, and plan to make it my bedtime soothe-read, with a tall ice-filled glass of Cranberry Cooler and Eddy Arnold on the stereo. Many many thanks and great Hosannas for your emerging into the world again---you and G hug each other and say it's from me. Good night, sweet Princes, and pleasant dreams.

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  2. I love Southern cooking! About the only thing I don't like is cooked Okra unless it is deep fried--go figure.
    We don't travel much anymore but when we did we would always ask the locals where the 'best places' were and they were never the ones that everyone waited in line for...they were on the side streets and had homey little signs out front that said EATS....lol. What a wonderful post, my friend.
    You have blessed us again with a sweet peek at your world. xo Diana

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    1. Oh, Sweetpea!!! You BRIGHT me just seeing your name on the list. moire non tomorrow, re your Girls' Trip---we'll just each hug ourselves for our fortune in Kinfolk.

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  3. Sometimes, the smallest, most off-the-grid ones are the very best! Love some of those menu items!

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    1. Oh, Jeanie!! What fun it would be to compare holes-in-the-wall, fish shacks, chitlin' kitchens, juke and BBQ joints, known-only-to-townsfolk places with a genius at something in the kitchen.

      one of our most memorable was: https://lawntea.blogspot.com/2017/01/summer-in-spoon.html
      Long ago and a treasured memory. I think I might put that one back up because it's just about getting blackberry season.

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