Fried Chicken Benedict with Grits
655 Highland Avenue NE
Atlanta, GA 30312
If you are a yankee with a stolen 24 in the south, how can you NOT order a dish with a name like this? Just the word "grits" evokes Joe Pesci's tour de force performance in My Cousin Vinny – or a road stop visit to the ubiquitous Waffle House. But Highland Bakery is in Atlanta and my generous hosts informed me that Atlanta is hip like Brooklyn and this was a must-see destination. Sure enough, the colorful brick and airy venue was buzzing at 8 a.m. with a youthful energetic vibe. No doubt screenplays were being analyzed; music deals being inked. But I digress. This was breakfast-plus: delicious, amazing crunchy fried chicken riding shotgun on a biscuit with two spice-dusted yolky ovals to seal the deal. Every bite was a meal and having just finished dinner at the fabulous Union Miller Union nine hours ago, this was marathon time. The 26th mile. I made it! I was on a northbound plane an hour later, a smile on my face as I dozed off in stuffed bliss. I'll be back.