Bang, Bang!

I’m an anomaly. Equal parts homebody and restless dreamer. (Which is 100% less romantic than it sounds). In search of a different career path—and to get far away from a bad relationship—I  moved back to my childhood hometown after two post-college years in New Orleans. Who leaves NOLA, you ask? It seemed like a good idea at the time.

I spent about six months in the coastal town of Daphne—a quaint southern oasis across the bay from Mobile, Alabama—before it was time to boost. Yes, I loved the home-cooked meals, year-round beach weather, and precious time with family and my adorable pup Milo, but I yearned for something more… more snow, more pro sports, and definitely more cheese. The Midwest.

Oddly enough, this is where biscuits come in. Big, fluffy, pillow-y carbs of goodness, often smothered in gravy, and always made with love (and lots of butter). The best biscuits in the entire universe aren’t found in the bible belt—no, my friends—they’re found in Logan Square, Chicago. Bang Bang Pie & Biscuits is my home away from home, and, if they’d let me, it would be my literal home. Can you imagine waking up to the smell of pie and biscuits? I’m drooling.

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Just imagine lining down the block before you’re greeted by ultra-friendly hipsters asking for your carbo-load of choice from their impressive chalkboard menu. If it’s spring or summer, I’d recommend the avocado biscuit—loaded with delicious guacamole, fresno chiles, queso fresco, mole spice, and cilantro. In chillier temps, I typically opt for their classic biscuit and [vegetarian] gravy. You can add an egg for a buck fifty, but I’m a biscuit purist. As for pie… I mean, you really can’t go wrong. A personal favorite is key lime, but they keep yummy slices on rotation.

Once you make your order, don’t forget to grab some iced coffee (on tap) and homemade hot sauce before heading outside to the pie garden. Your Pinterest heart will melt with their trendy presentation—long picnic tables with big umbrellas await, and your meal is served on checkered paper and camp-themed ceramics. Now DIG IN, and thank me later. A southern girl knows best… even if Chicago transformed her into a big yankee liberal.


Author: ruebybird

INFJ | Chicago

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