Biscuit Poisoning

I think the lard equilibrium of my bloodstream has been altered since I moved away from the South.  I remember I used to be able to consume an occasional Bojangles or Chic-fil-A chicken biscuit, but I don't know if I'm capable anymore.

Last weekend I went to brunch at The Porch with Erin, Samantha, and Ben.  I had very high hopes for The Porch because it's related to Capitol Garage, which is definitely a favorite location of mine, and because the menu had a large menu with brunch foods that had not been previously available to me in California.  Maybe The Porch is still figuring out a few kinks in the kitchen (and not just the menu spelling), but a part of me wished I had gone to the Shady Lady instead.

Location: The Porch

Drinks Score: 8
Food Score: 6

Food we ate:  Grilled Brie, Biscuit Sandwich, Banana Bread French Toast, Soft Shell Crab Sandwich, Grown Up Grilled Cheese

Drinks we drank: Orange juice, Mimosa, The Charleston

It is my opinion that The Porch took the concept of a Southern Brunch to the extreme.  I'm pretty sure the biscuit on my biscuit sandwich was deep fried and/or supersaturated with grease.  And I don't think it was necessary for everything on the menu to come with hollandaise or cfreme fraiche.  The french fries were really good though, as was the grilled brie.

The quality of the bacon carried the rest of the food at The Porch.  I was so distracted by the outstanding bacon that I found myself grabbing the bacon off of Ben's sandwich without even asking.

We redeemed (in my opinion) the brunch with a trip to Broadacre for coffee.  Erin and I walked around Downtown Sacramento for the rest of the morning gossiping daydreaming putting a dent in her photography project and enjoying the beautiful weather.