Smith Street Diner | Best Breakfast in town.

8 days a week? Clearly a temporal distortion.

Their legendary "monster" biscuits are meals in themselves. Softball sized, buttermilk, crumbly, flaky biscuits of gigantic proportions. (Likely the Guinness World Record holder for the largest biscuit.) Their glistening home-fries, cooked to perfection with grilled onions, and their six ingredient omelets made of egg-whites and fried ham are to die for. (No really, they should invest in a defibrillator.) Sweet, fresh squeezed orange juice, (their OJ robot sits behind the counter, constantly making it fresh) and unlimited perky coffee quench the throats of those who find themselves in this biscuit utopia. I swear I dreamt this once upon a time: The most perfect breakfast in the world, at a quaint corner cafe off some town on Interstate-60 (I-60 is in a metaphysical alternate reality). Except I found this magical place in reality, in Greensboro no less. I was absolutely stunned, my mouth agape in amazement of perfection. The service, absolutely lovely, the food stunningly, tremendously, awesome! Like some child-hood memory of breakfast from the past which had died and gone the way of commercialization, and genetically engineered foods, Smith Street Diner has managed some rare cosmic event in the time and space continuum that preserves gastronomy of old in their quaint eighties diner. Known locally as "the Big A__ Biscuit Place", Smith Street Diner dishes out world famous southern comfort food to locals, and the rare few of those who hear the whispers, and drive for miles to experience "the legend".

A biscuit beyond all biscuits. The size of small Ethiopian village: it's the...
MONSTER BISCUIT!

Let me make this easy for you. Go and order a omelet, a biscuit (required), and fresh squeezed orange juice right now (get in the car, and go). Every moment of your life you go without the pleasures of this truly spectacular dining experience leaves your life pointless and without purpose. It is hands down the best breakfast in town. It makes Cracker Barrel seem like a convenience store hot-dog, it makes the other local diners, drive-ins, and dives- look like dating Bubba,  the town drunk at the Waffle House at 3 AM. If Guy Fieri visited Smith Street Diner it would change his life so much that he'd dye his hair biscuit. Paula Dean would become confused and disoriented at the realization she's been doing it wrong all these years she'd self emolliate in cheese sauce.  If we were to define the success or failure of mankind as a species based on their breakfast offerings- Smith Street Diner would prove we had finally evolved, and the universe would cheer.

This is definitely the best breakfast in Greensboro
North Carolina.

What to expect: a small hole-in-the wall corner diner that seats a dozen or so tables, (possibly a line) amazing food, and service.  Overbearing kitschy decor of pigs (Yes, I am a Ziggy Pig) on every inch of the wall. Biscuits the size of Volkswagens. Huge proportions, and likely the friendliest staff I've ever had the opportunity to meet in my life. I must warn however, this will be your new life-long breakfast place, and Smith Street Diner is now the bench mark for breakfast everywhere in my opinion.

It's a restaurant that shouldn't exist, but it does. Or perhaps Smith Street Diner's biscuits were all a dream to begin with?