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FOREWORD



               Let me confess...

               I met Chef Sammy’s food before I met him. I decided to try out a new

               restaurant in Atlanta with my sister, Connie. We sat at the bar and looked
               over the menu. Everything sounded so good but my eyes fell on the Shrimp &
               Grits specifically because they were prepared with turkey sausage. I don’t eat

               beef or pork so I was in food heaven when I saw that! We ordered several
               dishes to sample a bit of everything and waited for the food to arrive.


               They placed the shrimp & grits in front of me and I blessed the food. (Come
               to find out I was the one receiving a blessing.) The presentation was amazing.

               The jumbo shrimp were swimming in some kind of cream sauce with the
               turkey sausage. There were tomatoes and green onions and it seemed almost

               sinful it smelled so good. I picked up my fork, put it in the dish and lifted it
               to my mouth, careful to get a bit of all the goodness in that bowl unto my
               fork. The grits were a consistency I can’t even accurately describe as a

               writer...they were creamy and cheesy and so flavorful my mouth literally
               watered. The shrimp were cooked to perfection, and every bite popped with

               flavor. It was the PERFECT DISH.

               That first experience with his food was so good I remember every detail like it

               was yesterday. I know that we were pleased with every bite. We were already
               planning our next visit and what we would order. We made sure to make

               friends with the bartender so we could hit her up to get a seat because they
               appeared to be pretty busy.


               After a few drinks, I asked the young man sitting next to me (who turned out
               to be the owner’s son), “Who is the Chef? WHO COOKED THIS?” He said,
               “Chef Sammy Davis. He’s in the kitchen right now.” My immediate response

               was, “You have to go get him for me. I have to meet this man.” I honestly just
               wanted to shake his hand and look into the face of the person who had

               managed to compile one recipe that took you all the way to paradise on first
               bite. It was busy so it took him awhile to come out. We were sitting right
               near the kitchen door so the door swung open and some guy in a white chef

               coat walked through the door.
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