I have been wanting to go The Flying Biscuit Cafe ever since I moved to Georgia.
That was eight years ago.
On May 24, 2011 I finally went. It was my birthday, my 21st to boot.
It was so worth the wait.
I went to the Midtown location, housed in an eclectic neighborhood near Piedmont Park. The staff immediately seated us in the patio section shaped like a horseshoe. The inside of the restaurant was as eclectic and hip as the neighborhood and its people.
Now for the food.
I ordered the veggie scramble made with white cheddar, onions, peppers, tomatoes, mushrooms and spinach, served with a side of fresh fruit and their famous “Flying Biscuit.” I’m quite picky about my eggs, and I was pleasantly surprised to see how well made my eggs were made – not too runny or hard, just right.
The biscuit was divine. It was fluffy, rich, yet melt in your mouth. Who knew a biscuit could emit such bliss from me? It was served with a cranberry-apple butter which complemented the slightly salty taste of the biscuit.
Can you tell I really liked these biscuits?
My mother had a similar dish with the addition of grits. The grits came out creamy, lightly colored and tasted rich. My friend J-Wats – grit connoisseur- would have been so proud.
Next time I go to Flying Biscuit, I want to try their organic oatmeal pancakes served with peach compote and maple syrup.
Excuse me while I wipe my chin.