Caz and I have been really nailing restaurant names recently.
A couple weeks ago, Cazey was making a recommendation and exclaimed, "OH NICKELBACK!"
To which I giggled because that's a has-been band. What he wanted to say was Little Nickel, a new brother to Kitchen 64.
My soul has been doing something similar recently. It's been screaming out Forged in Fire (a television show I have never seen, but heard about from my Dad before) when it really just wanted to try biscuits at Salt & Forge, Jackson Ward's new casual dining spot.
I first heard about Salt & Forge from an old coworker, whose review was that it was, "Stupidly delicious!"
Needless to say, I need to be where the stupidly delicious biscuits are.
Caz and I both hit the gym separately and then met up to undo all the good work we did at the gym at Salt & Forge.
I get anxious about parking sometimes, so I was a bit nervous that it would be a headache to try to get to Salt & Forge.
Last night I had a NIGHTMARE that I parked in a two-hour parking spot and forgot to move my car after the limit. THESE ARE THE THINGS MY SUBCONSCIOUS STRESSES ABOUT.— Sara Woznicki (@SaraWoznicki) April 23, 2018
Thankfully, parking was easy! We found street parking within a block. The front of the store is unassuming brick with a black and white sign. When you walk in, you're greeted with high ceilings, long tables and a straight shot to the register.
Cazey and I paused at the register to check over the menu. He settled quickly on the bacon, egg and cheese with double eggs. My eyes went straight to the Asheville, which was a homemade buttermilk biscuit with a crispy chicken breast, topped with sweet potato puree, slaw, egg and sriracha aioli.
I was going to not drink coffee because it was hot outside and the iced coffee was $4. However, as soon as Cazey said he was getting it, I had FOMO so I ordered myself an iced coffee too.
I stalled for a minute to decide whether or not you tip when you're at a restaurant where you order it at a register, but settled for a small tip since I assumed they'd bring it to the table.
I grabbed some water and settled down at the table. Within a few minutes my food made it to the table. I had every intention of waiting for Cazey's food to arrive, but as soon as I snapped a few pictures, I immediately dug in.
I began with the grilled grapefruit (it seemed less rude to eat that while Cazey waited). It was juicy, sweet and sour. I wish I had more than a slice.
The biscuit was picture-esque, especially paired with Cazey's straw hat and sunglasses.
Once Cazey's biscuit came out, I dug in. The biscuit was -- as promised -- stupidly delicious. Plus, the sweet potato puree added a flare to a normal chicken biscuit. As always, I could have used more drizzle, but was thoroughly impressed with the combination of the sweet and salty flavor.
Cazey's biscuit was delicious, with thick-cut bacon, cheese and eggs. He also appreciated the price and size compared to other biscuit makers in town.