All I know is that Emma and I were so hung over on Sunday morning, we could barely speak, forget walking more than a block to procure nourishment and hydrating liquids. So when we croaked to the desk clerk at our hotel, "Must be close-need greasy food," she immediately and softly told us about George's.
It's like stepping back in time-the seats in the booths are saggy and the vinyl is cracked, the linoleum tables are clean but dated, and the staff looks like they've seen it all and then some. Clearly our hangovers were small potatoes in this place, so we felt right at home.
And boy was the food good-pancakes, eggs, grits, and biscuits (oh, the biscuits!). Butter clearly is one of the food groups in this place, and the coffee never stopped flowing.
Now, if you want to eat here, be sure to either not spend all your money in the bars the night before, or stop at a cash machine on your way over since they do not take credit cards. I had to run to a cash machine after eating biscuits and bacon-not advisable with a hangover, or in fact, in any state of health. But do eat at George's, even if you're not hung over. It's simply awesome.