
In addition to that he gives back to the community in all sorts of ways. He's an inspiration to all who know him.

So when he opened a new restaurant with a new concept a couple of weeks ago I was pumped. It's called The Coop and features real southern dishes. Naturally, with the name The Coop, chicken is big. Fried. Yum.
We drive past the restaurant often and, since opening, the line has been out the door and around the building. So we strategically waited until this past Friday and timed ourselves to get there at 1:45 PM. Still a line but it wasn't out the door.
I, of course, had the three piece fried chicken lunch, With 18 sides or "Fixins" to choose from it was difficult but I settled on smashed potatoes and southern collards. I'm so sorry to say I didn't care for it. My chicken leg was good and the collards were good but, since I didn't order the gravy, the rest was dry and heavy. I had to come home and drink a tall glass of Alka Selzer.

Yes, I'm going back to The Coop. I want to try the oyster po-boy and the catfish and grits. Maybe I'll hide some green onions and sliced tomatoes in my pocket.
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