There’s something about a diner that just hits different. Maybe it’s the fact that diners are one of the last places on earth where all kinds of people—night owls, shift workers, teenagers plotting ...
The line of cars on any given morning contains a perfect cross-section of Chapel Hill society—UNC students nursing hangovers next to professors preparing for morning lectures, construction workers ...
Dawn breaks over Chapel Hill, and already a line of cars is forming outside a small blue building with a red-striped awning on East Franklin Street. Inside Sunrise Biscuit Kitchen, skilled hands are ...