Dish 240: Biscuit at Devon, Rittenhouse Square, http://www.devonseafood.com
O dear, fluffy tender Biscuit-let
You are the beacon that lights Devon
Shrimp enchaladas, salmon salad
Fresh and exquisite, but you are heaven.
Sometimes I awaken at night
Thinking of your delicate bicarbonate
Milk, flour, sugar, in an imperceptible blend
Sweet and savory perfectly mate.
O the bald headed waiter will offer jello shots
Then cruelly rescind when you attempt to order
But Biscuit, deny me not,
Or he will need to file a restraining order.
O crumbly bit of bliss
O cheerful waif of life
It is you I will always miss
When I see the empty plate and buttery knife.