We got off the plane, checked our bags and came to Two Sisters (not to be confused with the Court of Two Sisters). We came here first because it was the only restaurant for which I could remember the address without having to dig through my suitcase for my web printouts. Boy, am I glad we went there first. Two Sisters set the bar for my dining experiences. There were four in my party, and we got there after 11am, so we couldn't get breakfast. Three of us had the catfish platter. Whew! I'm sweating just thinking about it. So much food. Fried catfish (like four pieces), macaroni and cheese, potato salad (and I can't eat just anybody's potato salad), and green beans. Everything was so fresh and seasoned so well. Even the sweet tea was delicious. And don't let me forget the plate of cornbread they gave us. Mmm, mmm, mmm!! I didn't have a hard time cleaning my plate at all.

As for ambience, the restaurant seemed to be a spot for the locals, but folks were friendly. We had a table in the back and weren't bothered by noise or crowds. That's better than I can say for some of the other restaurants we visited. We loved it so much, we vowed to come back to have their breakfast. We tried on Sunday, but they were closed, so we made a special early rise on Monday (our last day) to get there for breakfast, and we were not disappointed. Sausage, eggs, and grits like my Grandma used to make! Definitely worth the second trip!