One taste of a #2 combo meal with a sweet tea and blueberry muffin on the side makes all of the bad feelings disappear, I see the rainbow I've been praying for and realize it will be a bright and sunshiny day. I've searched high and low for a solid breakfast fast food chain. No more missing out on breakfast and being forced to order lunch.
The Biscuitville I frequent is as Southern as a Waffle House. Instead of the meth addicts at the Waffle House Biscuitville is staffed by grandmotherly looking women. The only fault I find with the place is the clientele. A entourage of elderly biscuit enthusiasts clutter the dining room complaining out loud about the news today. They triple park their Crown Victorias across parking lot lines and reflect back on Sarah Palin being a breath of fresh air.
The Biscuit folks have come up with some real choice graphics to promote the euphoria and bliss a biscuit with cheese, egg and bacon can provide. Unemployment? Not a worry, I'll just travel on down to Biscuitville and get a job carrying a rolling pin, or catching giant eggs. Just drive Southeast and look for the giant rolling pin shaped sign welcoming you to flavor country.