305-377-6710 Morning time is critical in a city that never quite sleeps but tosses fretfully in a haze of muggy weather, traffic hell, and inexplicable municipal politics. To triumph over yet another cycle, one needs the right fuel, something that will stick through the better part of the day. Demas Jackson and his daughter Shirlene have what you need. The Jacksons run a simply wonderful place to go for breakfast. It's not fancy, just a collection of tables, booths, a long gray counter, and a gaggle of the usual suspects from the neighborhood. Lots of people have discovered the rib-sticking virtues of Jackson Soul Food, from longshoremen, cops, nurses, and teachers to downtown suit-wearing types. They come for the biscuits, the smothered chicken wings, catfish, mullet, liver with onions, the kingfish sandwich. The egg sandwich is great with a dash of Tabasco.