![]() The other two girls make their choices, and I rush the order to the kitchen before it closes. Making a Thanksgiving-themed recipe was a nice idea, but I can’t give away the Cranberry Almond wings. But this week’s special has been a disaster. The chef does a special flavor every week. “We’ve got Honey Mustard, Honey Garlic, Tikka, Thai spiced, General Tso’s, Chili Bacon, Chicken Parm, and-of course-Buffalo style in mild, hot, or wild.”Īnd that’s just the regular menu. ![]() “Wait-what are the flavors again?” one girl asks. “I’d like a half dozen of the Honey Garlic wings, in a basket with fries.” “You heard correctly.” I lean a little closer and whisper. “Did you say Cranberry Almond?” one of the girls asks, lifting one eyebrow as if she doesn’t believe me. “The special salad tonight has spinach greens, apple slices, and a warm bacon vinaigrette. “Welcome to The Biscuit in the Basket." I pull out my order pad. I have one party that just sat down, though-three women about my age wearing matching hockey jackets. But my apron pocket is full of tip money, so I can’t really complain. ![]() By nine o’clock, I’ve been hustling burgers and wings for eight hours. Thursday nights are always busy at Moo U’s favorite bar and grill. ![]()
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