Here’s a warning before we go any further: once you eat the biscuits and gravy at Rosie’s Place in Noblesville, Indiana, you’re going to be ruined for life.
Every other version you try from this point forward will be a disappointment, a pale imitation, a reminder of what you’re missing.
I’m not trying to be dramatic here, though I understand it sounds that way.
I’m just being honest about what happens when you experience the absolute pinnacle of something…