If there's one Southern virtue that Tipsy Parson nails, it's hospitality. The place is packed just about every night by 7:30, and if you don't have a reservation, you wait in the long front room, bookended by the bar and a row of tables set aside for walk-ins. The wait might be 20 minutes, easily passed with a glass of an aromatic Hungarian white that reminded me of Viognier, or it might be an hour, in which case you'll have to move on to the Concord grape mint julep/slushie, which has nothing much to do with a julep except for the fact that it's spiked with bourbon. Either way, you can be sure that whoever took your name will remember it, and eventually find you and take you to a table, all the while smiling so genuinely you'll half-believe you're not in... More >>>