![]() ![]() The coffee was fine, and Justin really liked his espresso. ![]() The three of us would also share a slice of the grilled crumb cake as a mini appetizer. We made sure that each of us had a biscuit in our meal, because with the restaurant named after one, they had to be good. My mom would order the same thing, while Justin chose the biscuits with sausage gravy and a side of the home fries with peppers and onions. It sounded like a deluxe take on the classic. They had two versions: plain and one with grilled asparagus, Swiss cheese, Hollandaise sauce, and two poached eggs. Seeing that corned beef hash was the house specialty (“So good and I’m not just saying that because my husband is the chef”, the menu reads), I quickly decided I would order that. We glanced through the three-page menu, which is pretty large for a place like this. My mom and I had coffees while Justin had an espresso. We were taken to a table in the back corner near the kitchen door. There are chandeliers, those French-themed prints on the walls that you would find in a Marshalls, and a painting of New Orleans’ Cafe Du Monde hanging above the toilet in the bathroom. The ambiance and atmosphere of the white-walled Buttered Biscuit is an uppety but sterile one with hints of a Parisian theme. It took us more than 30 minutes to get there, so I thought we were off to a good start. Having heard stories of excessively long waits on the weekend, I was pleasantly surprised when we were seated within 15 minutes. After months of telling me I had to visit, it was my mom who treated Justin and I to lunch this past Sunday. Unfortunately, that will not be the case. While I usually approach such places with an air of skepticism, I firmly believed I was going to have an amazing meal here and be writing a positive review. With an overwhelming fan-base, including my own mother, I was not expecting The Buttered Biscuit in Bradley Beach to fall into this category. Sometimes I find one that I really like, while most often I am left wishing I had just gone to a diner instead. I tend to have a love-hate relationship with high-end breakfast places.
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