Antonio T Heart-stoppingly good.
No, seriously — I could feel my arteries clogging… and I didn’t mind one bit. Now I finally get what people mean when they say, “Well, at least he died happy.”
I ordered The Dime (biscuits and gravy with fried chicken), and it was next-level. Comfort food perfection. Rich, savory, indulgent — basically the culinary equivalent of soft-core food porn.
Even the fresh-squeezed OJ was amazing. Apparently, October oranges hit different, and my taste buds agree.
The only sad part? My family’s off in Italy, and they have no idea what they’re missing. Maple Street over Milan any day.
If this was my last meal on earth, I’d go out smiling.