The Grey Market is a diner with epicurean attitude. Hash and eggs, for example, is not hash from a can. Not on your life! It is exquisite hash, a frail, crisp web of shredded potatoes laced with pieces of rotisserie chicken so tender that they want to melt on your tongue, all topped with a pair of sunshiny eggs.
Speaking of chicken, that’s a big deal in this place, which offers a dinner special for two: one whole rotisserie bird, a couple of side dishes, and a bottle of wine, all for $39.
But back to breakfast. Chicken makes another grand appearance, fried to dark rugged gold atop a fleecy biscuit and smothered in sharp peppercorn gravy. For meat eaters not in a chicken mood, there’s a smoky pig. That’s a Kaiser roll that holds soft pieces of faintly smoky pulled pork along with pepper relish and an egg. Or consider shrimp and grits with zesty Creole gravy. Or bagels & lox (the proprietors hail from New York). Or one of several handsome pastries of the day. From that last category, I cheerfully devoured a peach-ginger turnover. Other just-baked options when I stopped by included a sweet cream sticky bun, coriander peanut cookies, lemon chess pie, and benne seed bagels.
Lunch and dinner offerings include burgers on house-baked potato buns, roast beef po boys, catfish & grits, and a farro salad with farmers cheese.
You can drink an egg cream or an ice cream float or avail yourself of such retro-chic adult cocktails as a dark & stormy, a rye old fashioned, a Manhattan, or a Negroni. And there is hot (temperature) “Storms a Brewin”: coffee, rum, and bourbon cream.
Not only an extraordinary 3-meal-a-day lunch counter, Grey Market really is a market, its shelves stocked with house-made pickles and preserves, freshly-baked breads, picnic supplies, even a small selection of souvenir dry goods.
Notes: Grey Market takes no cash: cards only. It is progeny of The Grey, which is a well-reviewed, fancier Savannah restaurant.