And so off we went in search of Hot Biscuit. . .though I was going to pass on the meat that a salivating-at-the-mouth Bud so eagerly described for me. It’s located over in Ticonderoga, a veritable hotbed of city spelling and pronunciation errors waiting to happen. The drive down from the campground was especially soothing, with rolling hills filling up the area like autograph hounds around Michael Jackson. There’s a number of intriguing little antique stores along the way as well.

Bud’s directions were perfect to a T, and we rolled in to Hot Biscuit, eager to eat something other than marshmallows, chocolate, or potato chips. I could tell right away this was one of the more popular local stops in the area, as it was pretty packed on a Sunday morning. We did get a table right away though.

Oh man. . .despite all the vintage trumpets, horseshoes, tools, kitchen utensils, etc that covered the walls of the restaurant, the most dominating theme going on here is the American flag. The tablecloths are adorned with the flag, as are the waitress’s aprons. This was exactly the kind of local joint I was looking for.

It’s a pretty standard menu with good upstate NY prices. I went with the swiss cheese omelet served with whole wheat toast and home fries for $3.95. Why not? I’d already eaten nothing but garbage on the whole trip, so why stop now? The food came out lickety-split, and I had no trouble devouring my plate with the appetite of Homer in a donut factory. My hungry little companion inhaled a short stack of pancakes with a side of bacon, and enjoyed Hot Biscuit’s real maple syrup.

Our bill came out to something like $10 for the both of us to eat well, so needless to say this a way affordable diner to grab a quality breakfast. Plus it comes fully endorsed by Bud the Friendly Park Ranger. . .you can’t go wrong!