A weekend adventure to places we hadn't been led us to King Biscuit. One of my favourite drives in Houston is along White Oak - the bayou below; the downtown skyline beyond and surrounded by old neighborhoods. It reminds me of the small suburbs in the northeast.
King Biscuit is a brightly colored shack with a good amount of outdoor seating that began as a drive thru beer joint in the 80s [according to the history on the fading menus]. It's interior and exterior seem unchanged since it humble beginnings 30 years ago despite its almost legendary status in the Heights. I've been told they have some great live music nights for local jazz musicians.
Oh golly, those bloody mary's are a thing to be reckoned with - they're spicy and not too thick; a good mix of celery and olives and just right the size. The weekend brunch menu is sparse but all simple, great dishes. The California eggs benedict was perfect. But the star of the meal were the potatoes. I couldn't focus on anything else, even the televangelist on the TV trying to save me on a Sunday morning in the bar. Or the hilarious art on the wall from local artists.
It was hard for my date and I to finally leave but eventually we pulled ourselves out of the crackly booth and onward with our adventure.
Pros: weekend brunch, bloody marys, view, like home
Cons: more breakfast items please
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