The first time I was introduced to the idea of eating grits outside of breakfast, it was a total accident. I believe it was with some beer brined chicken. Now, I will eat it with any fucking thing. Shrimp. Chicken. Crabmeat. Probably a damn hotdog if I ate them. Something about the texture combined with whatever juice/essence/pan-sauciness. Instant fucking hit. Having a nice size kitchen is one of the 2 main reasons I'd get a house while being a single guy. The other: a backyard BBQ.