If you’ve ever wished for a Southern grandma with a Michelin star, Yardbird at the Beverly Center is as close as you’ll get—minus the judgment about your life choices. This Beverly Grove hotspot serves up fried chicken, biscuits, and bourbon like it’s hosting Sunday supper for the entire SEC conference.

Let’s start with the bourbon situation. There are over 60 kinds. That’s not a typo—that’s a lifestyle. Whether you’re a neat purist or a “just pour it over ice and let Jesus take the wheel” kind of drinker, you’re in the right pew.

Now, the food. Mama’s Biscuits arrive like fluffy little miracles, accompanied by honey butter and jam that could double as currency in the South. The Sweet Corn Hush Puppies with Creole remoulade are golden, crispy proof that carbs are love made edible.

The Skillet Cornbread? It’s sweet, it’s cakey, and it disappeared faster than a politician’s promise. The Iceberg Wedge is a sleeper hit—half a lettuce head loaded up with smoky bacon, charred corn, tomatoes, avocado, and a ranch dressing that should come with a warning label for addiction.

And then—oh, then—comes Lewellyn’s Fine Fried Chicken. Half a bird, fried like it’s auditioning for the crispy hall of fame, served with honey hot sauce or bourbon maple syrup. Pro tip: go with the syrup. It’s like breakfast, dinner, and dessert got together and started a band.

Mac and Cheese shows up rich, gooey, and capped with a breadcrumb crunch that makes you briefly consider proposing to the chef. If you make it to dessert (you won’t, but let’s pretend), you’re looking at Peanut Butter Ice Cream Pie, Bacon Butterscotch Cake, or a Banana Split Brownie Sundae that could make a grown adult cry.

Service? Fast, friendly, and charming enough to make you forget you’re in a mall. Yardbird’s the kind of place where your fork slows down but your heart speeds up—because let’s be real, it’s fried chicken and bourbon, not kale and regret.