Proving everyone wants to be from the South, except silly Canadians, and maybe North Koreans, whose government doesn't acknowledge its existence, is Sway, a deliciously Southern breakfast-through-dessert spot interestingly from Austria-born chef (and presumably Squints’ brother-in-law Martin Pfefferkorn). The joint exudes classy, welcoming swag thanks to carpet-embedded wood floors, golden rectangular lamps, grandma-y wooden bowls & cast-iron pots for serving, and an open kitchen featuring a British cast-iron oven, one of 50 in existence.
Local purveyors (Austell's Patak Meat Products, TN's Benton’s) fuel the farm-to-tableness, including starters like crispy quail & waffles, and The Pickle Jar (okra, green beans, baby cukes, beet-pickled egg), plus overnight-brined/ buttermilk-marinated fried chicken served with whipped potatoes, which should watch Boomerang and learn from David Alan Grier's dad. Bang, bang, bang!
Throw back 75 wines including GA's Montaluce Viognier and Wolf Claret, plus 10 mostly SE-made brews (Sch'Wheat, Highland Oatmeal), and classic sippers such as the JD/sweet tea/lemonade "Grownup Arnold Palmer", because dude is infinitely more mature now than when he was 79.
You can also wake up to GA pecan sticky buns and omelets with Patak’s smoked ham, and there’s a daily made Southern pie bar where, at 5p, blackberries, cookies, and shockingly, pies're set up on a long table along with other "sweet surprises", which North Koreans call “nothing we’ve ever heard of, as our lives are mundanely, predictably awesome, according this propaganda flyer”.