Miss Piggy and I have always shared a certain simpatico. We're both big girls whom have an affinity toward the color pink (or any form of it), we seem to fall for stringy guys with nasal voices, but most importantly, we know how to own our diva-esque fabulousness. And no doubt we also share the same taste in food.
So, there was no contest as to which plate I would order this afternoon during our lunchscapade to 900 Grayson. Starving for something new, my coworkers and I headed down 7th Street in Berkeley. I love how the outside of 900 Grayson reminds me of the 16 Mile House and the old train station in Millbrae. It has an old post gold-rush feel to it, but it's in the middle of an industrial area.
I'd heard that the demon chicken was bomb. It's spicy fried chicken on a buckwheat waffle with homestyle gravy. I'm almost glad I didn't get that because after trying the seiten (hehe, satan chicken) I was sure it was too much.
Besides, I knew I was getting "Miss Piggy and the General" the second I saw it on the menu. Basically, it was a pulled-pork sandwich the Miss would've approved of. It was filling, but not stuffing. Still . . . I would have liked a little more kick to the BBQ sauce. I felt like I was missing something. The only time my taste buds responded was when the vinegar cold slaw and pork meshed together in one bite. All this was accompanied by garlic herb fries and washed down with a limeade.
Needless to say, after lunch I felt like I was ten months pregnant. So, the only fitting dinner for me was a chocolate iced kreme filled doughnut from Krispy Kreme. I got me some good 'ol American feast today.
So, there was no contest as to which plate I would order this afternoon during our lunchscapade to 900 Grayson. Starving for something new, my coworkers and I headed down 7th Street in Berkeley. I love how the outside of 900 Grayson reminds me of the 16 Mile House and the old train station in Millbrae. It has an old post gold-rush feel to it, but it's in the middle of an industrial area.
I'd heard that the demon chicken was bomb. It's spicy fried chicken on a buckwheat waffle with homestyle gravy. I'm almost glad I didn't get that because after trying the seiten (hehe, satan chicken) I was sure it was too much.
Besides, I knew I was getting "Miss Piggy and the General" the second I saw it on the menu. Basically, it was a pulled-pork sandwich the Miss would've approved of. It was filling, but not stuffing. Still . . . I would have liked a little more kick to the BBQ sauce. I felt like I was missing something. The only time my taste buds responded was when the vinegar cold slaw and pork meshed together in one bite. All this was accompanied by garlic herb fries and washed down with a limeade.
Needless to say, after lunch I felt like I was ten months pregnant. So, the only fitting dinner for me was a chocolate iced kreme filled doughnut from Krispy Kreme. I got me some good 'ol American feast today.
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