Breakfast at The Biscuit Head

We went up to Asheville a couple of weekends ago to celebrate our 8th wedding anniversary and while we were there, we had to make a stop at one of our favorite eateries, The Biscuit Head Cafe.

This place is one of a kind. It's named after the famous biscuit-head biscuits, that are the size of a cats head, which are served with almost every meal!  At first glance, there's a long line, a packed house, and the aroma of flavors that you just can't resist!  The moment that I set foot in the door and we officially have a number for our table, I make a b-line for their jams and jellies. 

If it were socially acceptable, I would immediately begin placing the spoon directly out of the jars and into my mouth, but...you can't do things like that.  So I go ahead and fill up a few of their cute little paper cups with all of the jams, jellies, and relishes, one little heart can desire.

We usually get a sausage and eggs, something or other.  (Their siracha maple sausage...Um, yeah, you had better not leave without trying it...trust me!)  This time, my hubby got the special, (don't ask me to tell you what it was, because I don't remember).  My brain usually shuts down right around the time as we're standing in line, and this little message is the only thing that transmits:

"The Biscuit head cafe...

Siracha, maple sausage...

with some eggs....

jams & jellies....

....and a biscuit too, of course."  If you ask me my name while I am standing in line waiting for a seat, I will probably just vaguely stare back at you, softly chanting the above message.  

"Biscuit head cafe, siracha maple sausage...

Have a good day, y'all!