Biscuits, biscuits, biscuits.
I love biscuits. I love bread. I love basically any baked carb (ask my friends and they’ll confirm this).
But biscuits are my weakness. Whenever I see that word on a menu, I order it, no questions asked. If I see it in a description of another dish, I’ll ask if they can put a biscuit on the side, even if I’m already eating fries. I eat too many carbs. Sue me.
In fact, biscuits are one of the reasons I discovered Bubby’s. Bubby’s may actually be the first official brunch I ever had in NYC. I can’t remember, nor do I really care to remember. All I remember are the biscuits. The flaky, buttery, utterly-delectable biscuits of Bubby’s.