Pull Up a Chair.... at The Flying Biscuit Cafe

There are certain messages that pop into my email (or facebook inbox, as the case may be) that never fail to bring a smile to my face and a quick clearing to my calendar. These emails come from a phenomenal friend who has taken on the role of master scheduler for The Funky Lunch Bunch, a group of old friends and new friends who meet for lunch, laughter, and usually (but not today) one fifth each of a fantastic dessert.

Today’s FLB adventure was to The Flying Biscuit Cafe, a cute little place tucked quaintly under a bright orange awning in Cameron Village. There are hot air balloons painted on one wall and an eclectic assortment of signs and other wall hangings dot the others. Kitschy, but in an adorable little way. The Flying Biscuit Café is open from 7a.m. to 10p.m. and serves breakfast all day long. While you wait for your order, the friendly wait staff brings you brightly colored plates of sugar-sprinkled biscuits and apple butter. Yum!

I’d like to tell you all about the lunch I had at The Flying Biscuit Café today but in all honesty, I had breakfast. We all did, well, 4 out of 5 of us did… and I was too preoccupied with the tales being told at our table to ask the one who ordered a real lunch how it was. But, I think he left a clean plate so it must have been pretty good. (Follow-up: I’ve confirmed that the 3B Chicken Sandwich was a hit!)

I had a pancake, scrambled eggs, chicken sausage, and “creamy, dreamy” grits… and the aforementioned while-you-wait biscuit. There were several times I thought, “I should stop eating but it is all so good”. That thought quickly turned into, “I’m going to have to do extra Zumba to make up for this” and finally, “I wish I’d worn elastic-waist pants… do I even own elastic-waist pants?”

And we talked, and more than that, we laughed… a lot. We laughed to the point that the people at adjoining tables wanted to join us. We’re fun, we’re friendly, we are the Funky Lunch Bunch. And in the middle of the day, in the middle of a stressful workweek, that’s even better than a flying biscuit.

So, if you see the Funky Lunch Bunch while you’re out and about, come over and say hello; chances are we’ll invite you to pull up a chair and join us. But you’ll probably have to get your own dessert; one-fifth is about as much as I’m willing to share!