Even though it’s only been a part of the city’s food culture since 1946, the white-columned Camellia Grill seems to have always been here. We go for luncheonette-style counter service with white linens, Southern hospitality, witty banter dished out by white-jacketed servers, and a classic grill-top burger. The omelets manage to be simultaneously hefty and fluffy and come in the standard varieties (if it’s been a rough night, we go with chili cheese—that would be American cheese—the square stuff). Late-night hours make both locations popular after-club spots, but any time is good for the chocolate pecan pie (heated on the grill and a la mode, please). Good prices, true character.