The brunch game is pretty legit in Atlanta. Lots of places thought, hmmm I bet these folks got tore up on Saturday and do not really want to wake up early on Sunday. Yet, they are not really put together enough to make a tasty meal at home for a fraction of the cost. In 1938, the first brunch place opened up. It was called 'The South will Rise Again' and was an odd place that made amazing fresh biscuits and other breakfast fare on a menu peppered with racist puns. The great depression turned out to be worse than advertised, but hope was finally returning to the phoenix of the south.
It's called the chicken of the south because that bastard Sherman burnt it to the ground. Ok, Sherman didn't really burn it to the ground... Atlanta residence burned it to the ground to keep him from getting supplies during Sherman's infamous march to the sea. Growing up the war of northern aggression was a topic of great interest. War's tend to be the most interesting phases of early history because they mark the moments when a variety of issues come to a head. States rights, the rights of states to own people, and the legendary feud of Mason and Dixon.
This isn't our Dixon here in the forum mind you. Best I can tell our Dixon is not a time traveller nor is he the oldest man alive. Well, I'm not even sure he's a man at all. Could be a Woman or a sentient pencil. Dixon is a good typer and a funny so if Dixon IS a sentient pencil I can only assume that it's good at hopping on keys with an extra springy eraser or it has pencil arms with adorable pencil fingers. Most likely those sweet ass glitter pencils. Unlike our Dixon, time travel aside, other Dixon was a quiet and reserved sort of fellow. Not one to rock the boat. Not even funny at all. Again, very unlike our Dixon. Mason on the other hand, Mason was a right 'dastardly son of a one eyed near-sighted cyclops whoremonger' as they said at the time. It was an expression used by humorless gits to describe pranksters in that day. So Mason got a bee in his bonnet after Dixon slighted him in some way. Legend suggests that in a fit of rage, Dixon set fire to Mason's house. Not to be outdone, and being a dastardly son of a one eyed near-sighted cyclops whoremonger, Mason used his considerable weaving skills to enact an elaborate hoax. Mason could weave a thread to look like spidersilk. Every night he snuck into Dixon's barn to leave a new message. First they were just matter of fact, "this is a pig", "eat moar chiken", "Dixon is a goatf****er". EB White would later whitewash this story to make it something stupid and nice. The truth is a much darker tale. Dixon, enraged that his goat predilection was broadcast by some hellspider decided to burn down the barn and bronze the farm animals to ensure their devil spirits could never get out. So he did just that, but in his fit of rage he ended up burning down most of the town and bronzed nearly one thousand animals. As word of his unhinged rampage spread throught he town Mason felt guilty that his joke crossed the line so he confessed to the prank. Dixon was enraged. The townsfolk were split on whether Mason was a reckless nearsighted cyclops whoremonger or if Dixon was just a humorless goatf***er." In truth it was a bit of both. Thus brunch in Atlanta was delayed years beyond the rest of the country on account of the burning and such. During the build up to WW2 'The South will Rise' was doing record breaking business and became a southern institution by the end of the Korea War. The civil rights era was a difficult era for brunch goers in Atlanta as opinion over racist puns became decisive. Most of the worst menu items were changed, but the legendary Antebellum Omelette and the Carpetbagger Cobbler remain to this day. A few years back during peak ironic racism there was talk about going back to the original menu names, but after a while it was determined that ironic racism is questionable at best and when your menu was written originally by a focus group of KKK leaders it might not be so ironic after all. Just really racist. Other PC brunch spots have opened up serving poached eggs with some things, but it's mostly just cleverly named food piles that try really hard to avoid causally racist puns. If you get the chance to visit Atlanta look up this place for brunch, the cinnamon waffles are really nice. 4 stars.