Day 137: Biscuits as Big as Your Head

On Day 137, I met my friend Ashley for breakfast at Parish Market, a quaint market in Inman Park.

I'd been to Parish before, the upstairs part, for dinner. Unfortunately, I associate the restaurant with food envy because the one time I went, I did not order correctly.

I decided to give it another try and go to The Market, which is located downstairs. It's a little bit different, more casual, like a cafe.

Someone described the Parish Market as what Anthropologie the clothing store would be if it ever became a cafe, and I can't think of a better way to describe it. The Market has exposed brick walls, mismatched antique furniture. It's eclectic, cool.

We ordered bacon, egg and cheese biscuits (called the Doghead Biscuit) and a chocolate croissant and banana bread. Ashley is pregnant. I am not, but I was eating like I was that day. We split the tab, which we paid for at the counter, and I was shocked when the cashier said my total was $14.00.

"Fourteen dollars?!" I almost exclaimed. Perhaps this biscuit is made of gold. This was an expensive week for the blog.

We took a seat at a table and caught up while we waited for our biscuits. Ashley is one of my favorites. I don't see her as often as I would like, but our conversations are inspiring and I always leave our visits thinking that I really do kick ass like she says I do.

When the waitress brought our biscuits, I was shocked. They were not made of gold, but they were huge. Seriously, the size of a plate. That's why they were $6 a piece. Ashley, Baby, and I could've split the biscuit and been more than full for the rest of the day.

The biscuit was delicious. So was the chocolate croissant. And the banana bread. And the coffee kept me jacked, scarily so, all day long.

I highly recommend Parish Market, and I've vowed to give the restaurant another try.