That really great breakfast place
Today I had an extra special reason to get out of bed before 10am. It was time to visit my favorite breakfast spot in Gainesville, Flying Biscuit. This place does some insanity to your taste buds. No lie, if Guy Fieri ever laid tongue on this place, it will be all over Diners, Drive ins and Dives. Then my 20 minute call ahead wait will be bumped up to several hours. And I would be sad. Anyway! Hollywood omelet with home fries and those melt-in-your-mouth son's of biscuits!! Give any clinically depressed individual with suicidal intentions those bad boys and they'll never think about leaving this planet ever again. I can't fathom how such simple, round pieces of dough can send you on such a blissful trip to biscuit utopia but man, oh man, they do. Oh, and I haven't even mentioned the best part about the experience. That homemade jam stuff they got going on. It's intense. Really, really intense. You must straddle yourself down into the seat and prepare yourself mentally and physically for the experience that is about to unfold. It tastes almost exactly like Christmas on crack. Almost. The most depressing part however, is when the plate is clean. The experience happens so quickly, it flashes before your eyes. The hardest part, watching your empty plate being taken away by the server. You never wanted it to end that way. Now, the only thing you have left is a lasting memory and food coma. Until next time...........
xo