Our sole regret was that we only ordered one. It’s a whole pizza where every nibble is the perfect breakfast bite: little bit of egg, a mix of melty cheeses, familiar herbs, a touch of heat, all on the most perfect thin (but not floppy) crust. The dish that gets a lot of well-deserved attention is the pizza with belly ham, mozzarella, grana padano, oregano, and chiles with an optional fried egg. It’s almost 10 years old, but the flavors and energy of the open kitchen seem as vibrant as a brand new spot. Our favorite drink of the evening was the Best Stuff on Earth, a dead ringer for Snapple Peach Iced Tea, but better (because, gin).Ĭity House: In planning our trip, Ed and I came across many articles pointing to City House as one of the best restaurants in the city. The service was also very friendly, which felt especially southern and welcoming. Patterson House: This charming bar has everything you could want in a speakeasy: cozy booths, low lights, shiny vintage decor, and a long list of thoughtfully crafted cocktails. They were light but also wonderfully heavy, moist even without the cream, chewy-tender, and oh my God how have I been on this planet almost 35 years and never had fried biscuit dough? Now I can say that I’ve really lived. But for me, a devoted fried dough obsessive, the most revelatory taste at Biscuit Love was the plate of Bonuts: hot rounds of freshly fried biscuit dough coated in crunchy sugar, filled with lemon mascarpone cream served on berry compote. The twangy sweet heat on that Princess was crazy addictive and was Ed’s favorite dish of the trip. It’s hard to say it’s better than the Princess, though, which is a biscuit topped with Nashville hot chicken, honey, mustard, and pickles. Bon Appétit named Biscuit Love’s “East Nasty” the best sandwich of 2015 and I totally get it: a fried boneless chicken thigh topped with a peppery sausage gravy and aged cheddar piled on a biscuit that is impossible to stop eating. This meal was our favorite of the trip and a must visit when we go back. Biscuit love: east nasty in the front, the princess in the backīiscuit Love: The next morning, famished after a night of honky tonkin’, we made our way to more fried chicken.
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