Good God, people! I grew up in Louisiana, and my parents were from South Mississippi. So, to me grits aren't good or bad - - they just are.
Down here when I was growing up, if a fellow married a woman who couldn't make biscuits or didn't eat grits, the other women in the family would shame her to death.
If you went into a cafe down here in the 1970's and ordered Yogurt oatmeal and blueberries or fried mackerel patties for breakfast, someone would have jumped up and tried to whoop ya for being a yankee, or a deviant or both.
I stayed up in the NE for about a year when I was younger, and one redneck friend of mine had been up there for the better part of 3 years - he was a little homesick. It's hard to find good food up there. Anyway, he went into some cafe up there one morning when he wasn't in a real good mood and ordered off the menu - one egg with bacon. They brought him an egg on a bagel. He went postal. Told 'em they could take there bleepity bleepin stale donuts and stick 'em where the sun don't shine.... good times.