I considered calling this post, “Ode to the Chicken Biscuit: A 38-Part Series.” (And yes, I’ve tried that many.) I’m just that crazy about the combo of a juicy slab of chicken breast and a big fluffy biscuit. But, I digress… Continue reading

During my brief stint living in New York, I made it my mission one Sunday morning to get a famous H&H bagel. It was chewy, it was covered in sesame and poppy seeds, it was slathered with too much creme cheese. So basically it was perfection. I ate half that sucker on a park bench across the street, feeling like Meg Ryan living on the Upper West Side in You’ve Got Mail.

The great thing about good food is it takes you back to other good meals. And that’s just what my breakfast two weekends ago at The General Muir did. Continue reading