Restaurant Iris. Or the time shrimp brought me to tears.

I ate bone marrow last night. And no, this isn’t a restaurant critique. As if anyone could actually critique Restaurant Iris or Kelly English, he’s a living God in the South these days. What I will tell you about my night is that most of our dinner was so good it was like an out-of-body… Read More Restaurant Iris. Or the time shrimp brought me to tears.