Brunch At Ms. Tootsie’s

Trey Popp eschews the normal brunch spots to dine on fine southern cooking at Ms. Tootsie’s on South Street.

It would be hard to best the fried chicken, which boasts a crispy crust free of superfluous grease. The meat is moist, and the leg and thigh I got suggested a hen big enough to strike fear into the heart of the proverbial fox. A heap of collard greens carried just the right level of salt, and a bowl of black-eyed peas was stellar in its straightforward flavor.

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