February mornings in Pennsylvania practically beg for something warm, hearty, and smothered in gravy.
Step into a small town diner and you are greeted by the comforting scent of fresh baked biscuits and savory sausage sizzling on the stove.
Coffee pours steadily, plates clatter gently, and steam rises from bowls that promise pure comfort. Call it winter fuel, gravy goodness, a breakfast that turns cold days into cozy ones…