Perhaps it’s the term’s etymology, but “prix fixe” calls to mind white tablecloths, a buttoned-up maître d’hôtel, and a glass of champagne to pair with menu items your tongue might trip over. But at the newly reopened Stagecoach Inn, you’re always in tall cotton. The approachable, affordable four-course menu elevates classics like hush puppies—served with a decadent malted aioli—and revives old Baptist potluck finery (tomato aspic, anyone?). The main courses hew to tradition, not taking too many liberties on standards like the juicy chicken-fried steak and perfectly blackened catfish. In the polished, cozy dining room, it’s easy to feel at home with beer rather than bubbly.