After a debacle with the rude jokers over at Mayfel's, our group decided to take our talents to Early Girl. The contrast between the nasty, gruff staff at the previously mentioned spot and the warm, welcoming crew here was like night and day. Despite being busy, they were able to seat us right away and we wasted no time in gettin down into the thick of it. As soon as I read the description for the 'Porky', I knew I needed to look no further; homefries, BBQ pork, scrambled eggs and farmstead cheese smothered in Benton’s smoky bacon gravy!?! If youre gonna go out, then go out with a bang. At least thats what that ol' rascal Rooster always says. And being as how he was sitting just across from me, I knew it was only matter of seconds before he too would discover the Porky on that menu and strut down the same path as yours truly. As for the ladies, Lady McStyles tried to pretend that ordering a fried chicken salad was somehow a healthier option than what the rest of us went with. She then flung it all out the window when she agreed to split an order of biscuits and gravy with Rooster. Rooster's bride steered clear of us carnivores, opting for the veggie breakfast bowl. Our server took care of everything, slingin' some beverages our way in no time and sending our order up the chain of command with a sparkle in her eye and some pep in her step.
In good company, food always seems to arrive in no time and this occasion was to be no different. I must admit, the biscuit and gravy gave me pause. It was a sad little biscuit and some gravy on a plate that looked like it could hold a whole lot more, but that was to be the only blemish on our meal here, and the gravy was so absolutely dumbfoundingly delicious, that it was quickly forgotten. Porky, you are the apple of my eye. You are the bowl of gold at the end of the rainbow. You are the extra notch in my belt.... You get the point; everything in there was done just right. Maybe the farmers cheese was a little too intense. But the life of McStyles is always intense, so wheres the harm? Rooster was flappin his feathers to the same tune and the ladies werent looking too ladylike; plundering what lie before them like a pair of jackals. Satisfaction and decadence all around, to be sure. We all spoke to our good fortunes of the poor attentions we received at Mayfel's, that led us here. I have no doubt that we will be making a habit of this fine eatery. I just hope that Im able to keep the boat afloat in the wake of all that gravy and the such..