Thank God it's Chicken Fried Sunday. Considering all of my favorite food groups are brown and white, it should be no surprise that I am taking advantage of living in the state where chicken fried steak originated. (I'm also considering investing in a gym membership, and/or Lipitor, because this quest for the holy grail of CFS is not for the faint of heart or slight of artery.)
Roughly every other Sunday, I will partake of the best, and probably some of the worst, chicken fried steak in Austin and surrounding areas. There are a million opinions (and that's just in Texas) about this breakfast, lunch and dinner staple, so I'm not going to push any holier-than-thou CFS religious views upon you. I'll keep it simple and just give you a CFS haiku for each restaurant's offering.
(Cafe 290 in Manor, Texas – Chicken fried steak w/ eggs over-easy, home fries and biscuits.)
Perfect beef is love that the loose, limber meat sock