My dinner from Matthews was a wonderful Southern meal: fried chicken, fried green tomatoes. This meal was provided to me free of charge. I had visited Matthews the Sunday before and got out of my car to see if they were open. They were not. Mr. Matthews happened to be in the front window and motioned that they were closed. As I walked back to my car, I heard him whistle at me. I went into his office where he said, "I'm very sorry, I would like to give you a meal." He pulled a bent card out of his wallet and filled it out for me. He then waved his hand and said "We've been here sixty years!" I explained that I was very aware and had spoken with his son before. Mr. Matthews was both proud of his efforts and concerned that he had somehow let me down. That kind of service, folks, is why Matthews has been in Tucker for sixty years. I wish them many, many more.
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