This morning I did something I hadn't done since about 1991 -- I ate at Alps West at Irving and Elston. (Mrs. JiLS accompanied me, something that also couldn't have happened back then.) Anyway, Alps is a standard Chicago diner (actually a substantially cleaner and more prosperous looking diner than most) and though I'd like to go back and try the blintzes before nominating it for election, nevertheless I do need to report on the biscuit nirvana I experienced there today.
Here are the details. I ordered my default breakfast of biscuits & gravy with scrambled eggs and bacon on the side (and no, I don't usually eat breakfast, but I like to make it count when I do). The gravy was (typically for Chicago)
just all wrong, being a plain milk and flour gravy with some chopped-up breakfast sausage tossed in it (I loaded it up with black pepper, which made it bearable, but the flavor ought to be in there when it's served).
However, under that wallpaper paste sat two little miracles, the two best, most perfect biscuits I've ever encountered north of Morgan County, Indiana. Most important, I think, they were the right size. With biscuits, bigger is NOT better. These little fellas were about an inch and a half or two inches across and just that high, as well. I don't care what you do with the ingredients, I don't think biscuits can bake right if they are too large -- they just come out either dry and inedible or gooey and doughy, or just taste like lard bombs. These, by contrast, were light (but not "pastry" light) and kept together (none of the "disintegrating biscuit" phenomenon I encounter so often). Anyway, I can hardly suggest someone make a pilgrimage to a diner just to try a biscuit, but if you do find yourself in Old Irving Park in the a.m., do check it out.
(And that's my 100th LTH Forum post ... glad it was on a topic I know and care about.)