Homegrown, nestled between overgrown lots and a body shop, doesn’t look like a place for a superior breakfast. Neither does their trademark comfy biscuit, a messy, chaotic jumble of fried chicken and sausage gravy, garnished with an ironically thin orange slice. And yet, this is the dish that helped earn the diner city-wide acclaim.“It’s just simple Southern food,” says Kevin Clark, chef and owner of Homegrown. “It’s comforting. It feels like you’re at your grandmother’s house.”