Because after this, you’ll never be able to say the words “This town doesn’t have any 24-hour biscuit
places” ever again.
Hallelujah.
This is Empire Biscuit, a place where delicious, crumbly biscuits are available every single minute
of the day. It’s opening Wednesday.
A steel countertop with a couple tables along the window. One communal table in the middle. And ash wood everywhere. That’s all this is. And it’s enveloped by the smell of
biscuits—that knee-weakening butter aroma. Biscuits with pumpkin pie spread. Muffuletta biscuits. One
called the Bright Crew with oxtail jelly and arugula-and-fennel butter. One with french toast
butter. My God. The french toast butter.
And the best part: it never closes. It’s just a never-ending source of caloric virtuosity you’ll hit up
for breakfast. Then—sure, why the hell not—lunch. Then go out on a limb with a
sausage-gravy biscuit for dinner. Then… somewhere else for some non-water imbibing.
… And we’re imbibing.
… Still imbibing.
And… we’re back at Empire. It’s 4am. They’ve got a gravy called Redeye made with coffee and
tasso.
