I hope you had a chance to make it downtown this past Saturday. It’s hard to imagine the humble little biscuit causing the level of commotion it induced in our little city, but so it was. The prediction was for 25,000 people to be milling about downtown and I doubt we missed it by much if we missed it at all.
The line for the $5 pass to sample the lard for the length of Biscuit Boulevard stretched over half a block by 8:15 and the event didn’t start until 9:00. People got the memo to be early. There was less of a line to buy the $10 biscuit breakfast, but that’s what we did. It seemed a little more workable than vying for samples in the midst of the massive crowds. I overheard a group of four college students from the Nashville area, who just happened to be downtown this weekend and had no idea what was happening, ask, “Do you think this street is really named Biscuit Boulevard?”
The event centered itself at the intersection of Market and Clinch stretching a block in either direction on Clinch and from the edge of the Farmer’s Market outside Krutch Park down to Church Street. Events were also held in Krutch Park extension and in the Daylight Building. Vendors lined Clinch while lard purveyors lined Market. At Church and Market a band played most of the morning and the tent for the $10 breakfast was pitched in a parking lot on that end. Parking lots seem much nicer when covered with a food tent.
Among the booths offering aprons, cook books and kitchen utensils along with everything biscuit, I found Paul and Terri who will soon be opening the Tree and the Vine which I profiled here. They had a sampling of their olive oils and balsamic vinegar as well as a small cache of their kitchen utensils. The couple is spending a significant amount of time in Knoxville preparing the store for a June opening. Paul is doing all the woodwork in his shop in Asheville and transporting the cabinets as he finishes sections. I’m sure it will be beautiful. In the meantime I can testify to the delight of their aged tradional balsamic, which is good enough to drink and the basil olive oil which we enjoyed with our last morsels of Harry’s bread.
Lest you think the entire event, given the lowly biscuit is its symbol is a low brow outing, I’ve included pictures of the Blackberry Farms brunch. At $85 a ticket, they sold out their tent. I realize it must have been great food, but was it $75 better than the biscuit breakfast? I’m too poor to ever find out.
One of the most fun – and bizarre – events of the day was the Miss and Mr. Biscuit contest which featured interview, poise and talent portions. The talents ranged from rambling monologues and raps to making biscuits and a speed eating display as well as self-defense using biscuits. Erin Donovan MC’d and was funny in her own right.
The winners included a duo of a girl posing as a French poet and a unicorn, an Asian girl from Cruise Farms who spoke in broken English and I could never determine if that was part of her act (it certainly added to her charm) or if she speaks broken English. The winner was Liza McJelly or something to that effect who did a pretty good and consistent Liza Minnelli imitation.
I have to mention that I had another great experience in the middle of the day. I sat at the French Market drinking Italian coffee, pretending to be in Paris while reading a book on ornamental iron in Mobile, Alabama when my ears picked up a little French being spoken. It was the fourth or fifth language besides English I’d heard that day, which I always love, but French at the French Market? Perfect. I talked to Ann who is from Paris and has lived with her husband in Knoxville for thirteen years. Delightful.
As the festivities wound down I walked to the Daylight Building where Kristen and others were serving Just Ripe sample biscuits on the sidewalk. I have to say they were the best biscuits I had all day. I had one with sorghum butter but they also had one with pimento. And they make them all the time, not just for the International Biscuit Festival. You should check it out.
Finally, I stopped at Union Avenue Books and heard the runner-up and winning biscuit poems. Both were excellent – and pretty serious as it turned out. Connie Green who is a regional writer who has won national awards for her work was the first place winner. I also listened to Jack Rentfro issuing his poetic indictments against our entire culture, “Oh ye Pepsi Generation!” Laith Keilany played a Taylor guitar behind him and Bob Deck played electric guitar.
So, it was a good day. There were a few other parts to the day that I’ll riff on later, but it was good fun and great to see the city abuzz. It wasn’t so bad to see it slow down a bit on Sunday. I’m not sure I want to live in a city that never sleeps – this old body can only take so much and it’s been pretty non-stop for the last two months.
Great piece and thanks for highlighting Biscuit Day at the Daylight Building. It was so fun. I just cannot get enough of Jack Rentfro and the Apocalypso Quartet (or trio)!
It is always my pleasure to talk about my favorite people and places. Union Avenue Books and Jack Rentfro are two of them.
Hey Everybody,
I’ll just do one reply to everyone. Ally, I’ve got to have a Rankin’s biscuit if they compete with Just Ripe! Andrea, Gluten Free in the city that hosts the International Biscuit Festival? Seriously? Rusha, thanks for the kind words and I enjoyed your coverage, as well (http://ohtheplaceswesee.wordpress.com/). Thanks for the credit and link, JC, and do I understand congratulations are in order for being named Mr. Biscuit?
Excellent photos from the event. I have you linked and credited on my blog for one of the photos. Sorry about forgetting! My bad!
What a delightful take on the Biscuit Festival. Loved your comments on all your samplings, your excellent photography, and your shots from Just Ripe, Union Avenue Books, and the whole Daylight Building end of the street — never even got there! Are we lucky to live in the Biscuit Capital or what?
I’m super jealous! I didn’t get to make it to the biscuit festival this year. I’m going gluten free through May and I didn’t want to be tempted. There’s always next year.
I had a biscuit from Just Ripe this morning for breakfast. I enjoyed the bacon and sorghum butter one. It is a coin toss between Just Ripe and Rankin’s for best biscuit in town in my opinion.