A Better Biscuit

Every time I plan a trip, I research the local food. It doesn’t matter where you go, even if it’s just a two-hour drive away, there is always something that the local area specialises in. I have a travelling philosophy which is, ‘eat where the locals eat, and eat what the locals eat’. You can learn so much about people and places by the food.

I went to North Carolina a few months ago and I was pretty keen to try biscuits and gravy. To me, biscuits just look like scones, which are a very English thing; fluffy and slightly sweetened, served with jam and freshly whipped cream. Utterly delicious. I watched a few Southern cooking youtube videos and learnt that American biscuits are definitely not scones, and I was excited to try them. 

Jim took me to Cagney’s Restaurant for my first biscuit. He ordered the big breakfast, but still on Australia time my stomach was telling me it was asleep and I’d regret anything heavier than a glass of water. I decided to go light (by American breakfast standards) and ordered one biscuit with a side of gravy. Not sausage gravy mind you, just the white gravy. The waitress seemed a bit offended— surely that’s not enough food she exclaimed! When I explained, in my Australian accent which amused her, that I wanted to experience my first biscuit and gravy, she was very happy, assuring me I’d love it. It arrived at the table in minutes. It was huge! So fluffy and light, warm and inviting. The gravy didn’t look that appetizing, but as we all know, looks can be deceiving. I broke off a small piece of the warm biscuit and put it in my mouth. It was delicious. A similar texture to a scone, but lighter, and a more buttery flavour. The gravy was also ridiculously good; what I would describe as a white sauce— floury, but the perfect mixture of salty, savoury, peppery, and creamy. I asked Jim how he liked to eat biscuits and gravy, and he showed me how he liked to pour the gravy on top, and use a knife and fork to eat them. I don’t like anything soggy, and I didn’t want to lose the fluffy texture of the biscuit, so I simply broke off bits of biscuit and dunked them in the gravy. Occasionally I’d just use a spoon and eat the gravy like a soup. I was hooked from that point on, and looked for biscuits everywhere I went.

At Charlotte airport, as I waited for my flight back to Honolulu, I had enough time to grab a quick breakfast before boarding. It was about 6 am, and although not overly hungry, I knew I wouldn’t be provided breakfast on the trip. I had a quick look at the food options at the domestic terminal, and walking past Bojangles, which I’d never been to before, I saw a pretty, dark-skinned woman making biscuits behind a large window. I was mesmerised! She kneaded that dough with such care and expertise, and would occasionally turn to take a fresh batch of biscuits out of the oven. I had to have one. Scouring the menu, I chose a hot cinnamon biscuit and a large coffee. After placing my order I waited off to the side, and within minutes I was handed the most incredible smelling biscuit drizzled with a cinnamon glaze. I was drooling like a rabid dog as I carried it to the closest table, and stuffed it down like my life depended on it. At that point, I think it did. I washed the sugary treat down with a disgusting cup of coffee, but hey, it was caffeine, and I had a long flight ahead of me.

Biscuits are my new favourite thing— a real treat, and I wonder why they haven’t taken off in Australia. I am keen to return and try a fried chicken biscuit, but I can guarantee it won’t be for breakfast. Until then, I will enjoy scones with jam and cream, and dream of Bojangles, the cinnamon delight, and that delicious gravy.

Published by My Average Travels

I'm Annelise; an Australian writer living in the USA, who loves experiencing new places and things. I'm perpetually on a budget, but despite this I manage to find myself in some incredible places. I'm not about glamour or luxury, but about real life, real experiences, and making real memories. Most of my travel experiences have resulted from plan B's. I write about average moments that have brought me great joy in the midst of the every day.

8 thoughts on “A Better Biscuit

  1. Yes, I’m from Australia, and have lived in the Scottish Highlands, but have never experienced biscuits and gravy. I originally imagined something like Jatz crackers with beef gravy, but I don’t think I had quite the right idea!
    I have to say that a ‘scone-like’ biscuit drizzled with a cinnamon glaze sounds excellent. A bit like a cinnabun? Possibly better?

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    1. Scott, it’s called a cinnamon roll, delicious! I’m glad she got to try it, you should try it too! The ones with orange icing are good as well. Cinnamon rolls and coffee are great things to wake up to sometimes. Try it!


      1. Yes, I’ve definitely had cinnamon rolls before, and I agree they’re delicious! I think I get confused by the terminology. Coming from Australia, and having lived in the UK, a biscuit for us is more like what would be called a “cookie” or a “cracker” in the USA. I’ll have to visit one day and experience biscuits, North American style!


  2. My first Time making gravy was at a friends house and we made biscuits and gravy. I was 17. My eyes were opened to a whole new wonderful world that day. 😂😂😂 I think about it every time I make brown gravy, even.

    You know…my kids have never had biscuits and gravy!!! 😮😮😮 I will share with you when I do this for them.


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