Named for a drunk dessert, but sounds like a smashed Southern deb to us. Little Giant ladies go north to Chelsea but dish the dirty-dirty. Haute Dixie puts the roasted prunes in pork and grits, the andouille in pig in a poke. Cheery front room accommodates fried cheese curds, country ham charcuterie, library wallpaper. Don’t worry, they’re not real books. Bit more somber in back — communal table a refashioned cotton press. Retire to the garden post-cotillion for julep slushies.