Grits With a Side of Murder

Grits With a Side of Murder is a true-crime comedy show with a bar-table rhythm. It is not sleek or solemn. The excerpts play more like friends gathered around microphones, swapping drinks, reactions, and side stories while one person walks the room through a crime. That looseness is the point. A grisly case can sit beside a joke about a loaded tea, a cider, or a whiskey bottle without the show pretending the contrast is tidy. Recent episodes show a wide range of crime material. One story centers on a house explosion that leads to the deaths of Mary, Brittany, and Bobby, with discussion of gunshot wounds, cut throats, possible staging, and investigators trying to make sense of vehicles, neighbors, and timelines. Another episode follows a relationship-heavy murder account involving EJ, Shelby, Shay, Chrissy, a daycare, a church community, and jealousy that appears to matter to the case. The show also leaves room for oddball crime items. Dennis Hawkins and his failed Pittsburgh bank robbery become a comic centerpiece because the disguise is so conspicuous. A stolen batch of Corvettes from GM turns into a riff on how little sense that kind of theft makes when the cars are so visible. The recurring shape is clear: a case, a drink check, a blunt reaction, a tangent, then back to the facts. Chandler, Kirsten, Dalton, and Tammy appear as familiar presences in the supplied episodes, while Zydeco Mike is part of the recurring outro ritual. The show’s humor is often crude in spirit, but its function is conversational release rather than parody of the victims. It can be messy, loud, and casually profane in the source episodes, though the core attraction is not shock for its own sake. It is the feeling of hearing a dark story told by people who are comfortable interrupting each other, questioning details, and admitting when a suspect theory was wrong. For listeners who prefer highly produced documentary structure, the format may feel too loose. For listeners who want true crime with personality, local flavor, and a group-chat sense of timing, it has a distinct lane.