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| - Flying Biscuit is huge and the place is packed.
The popularity is deserved.
Flying Biscuit ain't perfect, but there is a lot to like.
It is a new wave cool "light" approach to Southern basics.
Out with the pork. In with the chicken and turkey.
More salads. Cappucino if you want it.
But this is still Southern food, through and through.
Everything comes with a biscuit, and it is one big fat filling biscuit.
You will waddle out of there just from the biscuit, never mind the ton of other stuff that is on your plate.
It is not my favorite biscuit on the planet - but it is in the top half definitely.
Crumbles more than I like, and not meant to have that much taste.
(It is for your gravy, your poached egg or for the apple butter that is on every table).
I scarfed mine down plenty fast, so my objections could not have been that serious.
My main dish was a fried egg salad.
(Yup, this is the new light cuisine, not Grama's southern).
The salad had two huge slices of turkey bacon, two fried eggs, moondusted potatoes, chipotle aioli AND balsamic vinaigrette on my greens.
Salad? You betcha. Italian supermodel wisp food? No way!
I loved the combo.
Fried egg salads? Their time has come. You can give those to me anytime.
The ingredients themselves? They ranged from A to B+.
Turkey bacon may be lighter than bacon bacon - but this is North Carolina.
Legendary food comes from pigs. It does not come from turkeys.
Moondusted potatoes were pleasant and there was some sort of spice to them. I am still not sure what moondust is, but the sauteing was nice.
The fried eggs? Perfect for a salad. Stayed firm on top of the salad but the yolk covered all the salad leaves nicely. Thumbs up here.
My wife's salmon and eggs were perfectly fine.
This place is not for vegans or for people trying to lose weight.
Everything has cheese, or butter, or gravy with milk.
Servings are massive; food is hearty.
Chicken sausage is still sausage
(and if you are doing sausage anyway, pork sausage is oh-so-good).
But I rolled out of Flying Biscuit pretty happy.
I was too full to walk, so my wife had to roll me out like a barrel.
(Okay, I just lied, but I was both full - and full of calories - no doubt about that.)
When I am back in Carolina, I will continue my search for the perfect breakfast -
and the perfect biscuit.
That breakfast will involve actual pork, no question on that front.
But I would not object to another meal or six at the Flying Biscuit.
The place has its charms.
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