Way back in the 80's 5 of us from NC had to do a job in Queens at a pasta factory. First day for lunch we wondered down the screet and found a l'il hole-in-the-wall restaurant with this black lady behind the counter. As soon as we spoke her face lit up. She was from Salisbury and very happy to "hear from home". She fed us royally for the whole week. When I was a l'il juvenile delinquent the black lady at the detention center was a welcome sight. At Ft Bragg I used to love goin to "The Sundowner" for some serious soul food.
Yup, I reckon you could say I'm a "creepy-azz cracka" the way I've followed black folk around. Those folks that turn around-n-leave means an open seat fer me. Hehehe. d:^)
Had a similar experience in DC area. Went into a ‘soul food’ restaurant. Being from Georgia, I told the woman that we didn’t call it ‘soul food’, we called it ‘supper.’ She got tickled over that, LOL.