I found roasted vegetables, twice-baked potatoes, pecan tarts and lots of tempting morsels I recognized from the restaurant menu. After serious contemplation, I came away with a grilled hoisin-glazed chicken breast, garlic mashed potatoes, green-bean salad and a brownie. Even after a reheat in my irascible oven, the chicken was juicy and tender, the potatoes rich and fluffy. The green beans, in a mild vinaigrette with carrots, red onion and walnuts, were crisp and delicious. And the brownie, which probably weighed close to a half-pound, put me in a coma. All for less than 12 bucks about the price of a flaccid pie from Pizza Hut. If it didn't involve a 20-minute drive, I'd be a regular. Hey, Bill, what about a South Grand branch?