And, I have yet to see any of that "southern hospitality" either! Come to Minnesota, honey, we'll treat you like you lived here your whole life!
Well, being the gracious southern farm girl that I am, I really can't
respond as I would like to. All I will say is it sounds like, from your
description that you must have been standing in an Army Mess
Hall Chow line some wheres in the deep South got fed what they
labeled as Southern cooking. Restaurant cooking in the south
ain't the same as good ole home deep fried chicken with biscuts and
gravey, with corn on the cob slavered in butter, sweet taters
and black eye peas. I just have to think whoever fed you
before was a Yankee in Rebels clothing. Or
else somebody just stole your candy yesterday.