Archive | July, 2010

Is The Biscuit King’s Reign in Peril?

3 Jul

It’s the Fourth of July weekend. I woke up on Saturday morning and wanted to do something beyond cereal for breakfast. It had been a long while since we had paid homage to Fairhope’s Biscuit King, so I shook my youngest son Travis out of bed and we promptly motored south on AL State Highway 98. This sign (above) is seen at the intersection of Highway 98 and Highway 24. I never really bought into the “Best Lunch” claim, but did recall that “The King” made a mighty fine biscuit. They are located in the boondocks among the cornfields of South Baldwin County. Its clientele is a mix of simple country folk and tourists passing through on their way to the coast.

This portable sign announces The King’s daily “LUNCH PECIAL” pricing.

This sad looking pooch is the unofficial mascot — greeting folks out front.

T-Shirts sell for just $10. Never knew the kingdom extended to Virginia!

Rural clientele inside Biscuit King. Overalls and mesh hats abound.

The cheddar-encrusted Ultimate “Ugly Biscuit” – The King’s signature item.

Treasures lay inside the “Ugly Biscuit” – cheese, eggs, pepperoni, & sausage

The biscuits (priced at about $2.50 each) this go around were good – not great. Certainly not worthy of a throne and crown. Yes, I’ve had a better biscuit in my day. Come to think of it, I’ve had better biscuits right here at Biscuit King. The service was incredibly slow too (about a 30-minute wait for 4 biscuits). It appeared that the kitchen was being run by the same folks managing the BP oil spill cleanup. Chaotic? For sure. Sluggish? You know it. No urgency? Uh, yeah. If you’re gonna make the trip, I would strongly urge you to call ahead to place your order … especially on Saturdays!

So is the Biscuit King’s kingdom in peril? I would have to say it is. There is surely an opportunity for someone else to step up and do it all better. In doing so, that lucky person could seize the butter-coated scepter that has apparently gathered some dust over the past couple years.

Thanks for the memories, Biscuit King. It may be time for me to turn the page and move on to the next big thing. Your long reign, in this humble servant’s mind, may be history.