fish biscuit

As I may have mentioned a time or two, Big City Bread is the best resturant in town! I would choose their Sunday brunch, possibly above any other meal in America! However, Matt found a way to ruin it for me this Sunday! He ordered the one item that could be the my ultimate downfall, my kryptonite, if you will. A fish biscuit with cheese. Over the summer, while on a short trip to Orlando, we discovered that nothing can make me gag quicker, than the thought of a biscuit with fish on it. Big City, of course, has found a way to turn a slug into a butterfly. This was no slab of fried fish bits on a buttery, greasy biscuit topped with pasturized american cheese like I had always feared, but a sophisticated slice of salmon with swiss on a pastry. But who are we kidding? Let's call a spade a spade
As usual, I ordered my croque madame (a grilled ham and gruyere cheese sandwich with a fried egg on top) and roasted potatoes. I even stole a little rosemary off the bush outside while we sat by the outdoor heaters.
For dessert, we ordered the usual fruit tart (my favorite BCB pastry) and a cup of joe. Sweet crumbly shell, with creamy custard, and topped with fresh fruits. Yum!