What the hell is a biscuit? Depends who you are. As usual, Americans defile our English words, rightfully stolen from the French. Regardless of linguistic quibbling, biscuits in the American sense are pretty damn good.
Even though they may be the same essential baked good, there are spiritual differences. Like we always say at the Scone Review, scones are dignified, biscuits are Southern-fried. Eating a biscuit causes one to exclaim "y'all" and "I declare!" more than usual, and drink mint juleps.
I had the biscuit and cheese with scrambled eggs and veggie hash for brunch the other day at Habit. The less said about the flat, insipid jalapeno cheese sauce, the better. It was certainly better than Cheez Whiz, I'll give it that.
But the biscuit itself was a marvel. Freshly baked, warm, light and fluffy, but big enough to satisfy. You could imagine yourself in a big farmhouse, eating this at sunup before heading out to the fields. If this was served by itself with melting butter, it would be sensational. For breakfast it should really come with a big pat of butter and a plate of grits.
As usual the JJ Bean coffee at Habit was delicious and the refills plentiful.
Overall: 4 / 5.
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