This Must Be The Right Place-Home Grown-Atlanta, Ga

This isn’t an ordinary breakfast spot. Not in the least. This is elevated comfort food, carefully crafted and brimming with love.

Home grown - 968 Memorial Dr SE, Atlanta, GA 30316

Southern hospitality. It's one of those things you hear about, but it doesn’t really click until you experience it firsthand. That “aha” moment when humanity feels its most generous. Six hours into our 44 short hours in Atlanta, sitting at Gunshow, we’re already talking about where to grab breakfast before leaving this lovely city. Out of nowhere, one of the waitstaff hands Astro a sticky note with “Home grown” scrawled on it. She says, “Hey, I overheard you talking about breakfast. Try this place out in Reynoldstown, we love them.” (How awesome is that? In a world where few go out of their way to help, it felt like a small miracle.)

The next day, wrapping up our meal at Georgia Boy, we’re handed a little card titled “Check out some of our friends,” and there it is again: Home grown. So it’s settled. Our final stop will be Home grown, with one instruction : sit at the counter and order the Chicken and biscuits with gravy and an egg on top.

Best. Advice. Ever. If experiencing Southern hospitality is a joy, tasting it is something else entirely. (Side note: the woman managing Home grown that morning? Former beverage director at Georgia Boy! It seems the kindness and talent here are woven into a tight-knit network.)

Walking into Home grown, it feels like an unassuming neighborhood breakfast spot with a hint of retro edge. Enter Song 1: “Vintage” by Blu DeTiger, because that’s exactly the vibe. We sit at the counter as told, embracing the Southern “meat-and-three” tradition—Astro orders the chicken and biscuit with gravy, topped with an egg, and I go for fried green tomatoes, grits, and collard greens.

This isn’t an ordinary breakfast spot. Not in the least. This is elevated comfort food, carefully crafted and brimming with love.

Let me tell you about this biscuit first. This biscuit, imagine if you will, was like experiencing an Earth sunrise for the first time, and, realizing all the other biscuits that came before it were like the annoying sun baby in the teletubbies intro. How do i explain this dish to someone who is only used to the annoying baby sun intro, if that is all they have ever known. I cant, so I wont. Take me at my word, it was delicious.

The grits? A+. The collard greens? A+ The tomatoes? A++ STAR! Perfectly crisp, brilliantly golden and as fresh as they come. The vibe in here screamed community and love.

Every bite was love. Every bite gave me the giggles. Every bite made me feel like I need to bring my friends here so they can taste this

Outside, a little garden supplies the kitchen—not all the ingredients, as a sign mentions, but some. It’s a touch that reinforces the local, community spirit.

We must have come at the perfect time because 15 minutes in the place was packed,bustling with hungry patrons who looked as excited to be there as we were. Sitting there, it felt like we were exactly where we needed to be, surrounded by positivity and the best kind of energy. Grateful and feeling blessed, which brings me to Song 2: “All That You Have” (by, ironically, a band called Homegrown.) Thank you, Home grown, for letting us eat like the lucky ones.