The dining room looks gorgeous as you walk in past the stately inn entrance. But it not only begins to feel unsettling as you sit, but also feels strange as an unusually soft-spoken man floats over and whispers questions to you at your table. The food was typical Southern food, like shrimp and grits, but average in flavor and quality. My husband's "banana foster French toast" was none of the above. It was simply pieces of toasted banana nut bread with canned whipped cream. Ira's feels like a haunted inn and restaurant and eats like a crappy diner.
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