Day 509 of 1000
Having grown up in the west, I had no true concept about the relative qualities of biscuits. I grew up thinking that a biscuit was a biscuit; what’s the fuss. I did not know how wrong I was until we moved to Raleigh. I was reminded of this at breakfast this morning when I ordered a sausage biscuit at McDonalds in Prescott Valley. I was greatly saddened when I realized that the biscuits at McDonald’s in Prescott Valley are very similar to those we bought (sparingly) when we lived in Oregon. I guess they just do not know how to do it right here.
Our operating theory is that Bojangles, being a southern company with all the knowledge of what is a good biscuit, and even more importantly, how to make one, was kicking McDonald’s fanny throughout the south at breakfast time. They absolutely get their country ham biscuit just right. So, too compete, McDonald’s has upped their game. The biscuits at all the McDonald’s in North Carolina are profoundly better than any biscuit I have ever eaten out west.
But there is good news…