The Goldmine Family Restaurant is the epitome of a greasy
spoon: cheap breakfasts, waitresses who will probably call you
“honey,” plenty of elderly regulars nursing their sixth cup of coffee and that
near-extinct relic. Biscuits are fluffy, bacon is crisp
and you will definitely never bear witness to the bottom of your coffee cup.
Unlike many restaurants of its type, the Goldmine is open for dinner, serving
up plenty of home-cooking staples such as chicken-fried steak, burgers, fried
okra, onion rings and your standard cooked-to-death vegetables, just like
grandma used to make. Weekend-goers may discover treasures like all-you-can-eat
catfish or even crawfish.