It helps if you read this review with a southern accent.
Biltmore seems so have two faces, equal in food and fun depending on what the missus wants. On one side, there is a down-home pub with high wooden tables, a gas pump, and a bar, where y’all can order a proper supper or have a few bar snacks like fried pickles and deviled eggs.
Then, the menu’s got two faces too. Have some speck – I reckon it’s more like prosciutto than ham, but it’s good anyway. Or eat up the foie gras, which dang near justified my trip to Newton. I know foie gras ain’t right, but anything that good cain’t be right. Don’t forget to try yourself some local aged cheese too.
Then there are the southern, back-to-carolina entrees that put overalls and a little square dancin’ after the fish fry back in style. The chicken and waffles is fried southern style – brown and crispy, with a portion size like your mama would make, perfect for sharin’. I woulda liked a less literal interpretation of the dish, i.e. a more unique seasoning/style - slice of pomegranate doesn’t count. Make it your own, boy! Otherwise, come on down to the place where eatin’ will make you feel like you can be friendly to strangers and start up a conversation at the Piggly Wiggly, even in ice-cold MA.
In the words of Buddy Jewel: carry on, carry on, sweet southern comfort carry on…
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