I have had the great honor of sampling the man's recipe. I have even successfully imitated, however never duplicated (not even close, Joe), his biscuits and gravy. Believe this: The man knows from biscuits and gravy.
Now this very, very, very pregnant woman--who enjoyed a non-progressive labor TWICE this weekend, I will add--is now, due to the mere mention of said fellow's biscuits and gravy (as the longing for it has been forever implanted in my taste memory), forced to roam the streets of Manhattan in search of any--even the most insulting--version I can find.
Damn you, damn you Titivil*. If I drop this baby at some fucking "We do Southern cookin' better than your great-grand mammy in old Kentucky" chain nightmares in Times Square, it's all your fault.
*oh yeah...Happy Birthday.
Posted by Antigeist at October 2, 2006 12:15 PMYup, the bastid has ruined me for biscuits n' gravy, too. Best thing for a hangover.
Posted by: Monk at October 3, 2006 07:23 AMThank you for the birthday wishes.
Also, thank you for calling me "young".
Posted by: titivil at October 3, 2006 01:04 PMTimes Square? If I didn't know you better, I'd think you were serious, and that'd be a damn shame.
Harlem. Harlem. Harlem.
Dunno if the M&G Diner has gravy, but if it's as good as the rest of what they serve, you should have no problems whatsoever.
Posted by: Vidiot at October 5, 2006 11:23 AM