Ellen’s, with its pretty black-and-white scroll wallpaper, anchors the West End with non-chain charm. The place bustles pleasantly on a weekday morning. Caramel macchiatos flow, breakfast chili bowls come topped with over-easy eggs, and pancakes, broad as the plate, have a classic buttermilk tang. Such is the devotion to grits here that they come decked out with garlicky sautéed spinach, tomatoes, bacon, and two poached eggs cloaked in lemony hollandaise. It’s called the Grits Benedict, and you won’t find this rich, smoky Ellen’s original on any other menu in Dallas.