I set my alarm earlier than any reasonable biscuit should require, and I still joined a line that looked like rush hour decided to tailgate breakfast.
I wasn’t mad about it, because the payoff at Sunrise Biscuit Kitchen turns sleepy faces into believers by the first buttery crumble. I’ve driven across North Carolina for concerts and beaches, but only one drive-thru has ever convinced me to plan a sunrise road trip.
Stick with me and I’ll show you why this tiny Chapel Hill classic keeps cars creeping and cravings returning.
Sunrise Lines On Franklin Street Long Before Coffee Hits The Mug
Headlights glow along East Franklin Street before the campus squirrels clock in, and I find myself inching forward with the regulars who know the drill…