On this particular day, however, as I sat to dine before closing time, wearing my Grandmother’s dress, I befriended the one other customer who was still there. My soon to be dining companion greeted me with a warm, friendly hello, and we enjoyed our meal the old-fashioned way. The most beautiful reflection enveloped me. In a fast-growing region bringing an influx of out of towners in, the exchange felt so comfortable, approachable and southern…. just like my Dad. In case you did not know, that is the allure of the south… and it is also the allure of The Peach Stand.