It's clean, bright, and dare I say, serene. There's a cooler where you can buy their retail biscuits, pimento cheese, and a few other treats, with a small counter on the opposite wall where you can enjoy your breakfast if the place isn't bursting with other people. The foyer is really all there is to the little place, which explains why the line stretches down the street on the weekends. ![]() I opened the front door that takes up half of the width of the entire shop and walked into the bright white glory of only two other customers at Callie's. Then I found myself downtown on a Friday morning, with on-street parking galore, and not a single person queued up outside the tiny King Street storefront. I'd been dying to go there, but every time I'd attempted it was just packed. ![]() On a Saturday morning from the outside, it looks painful. This is why I had never been to Callie's Hot Little Biscuit. ![]() You can imagine how I feel about large groups of people I don't know lining King Street to get into a shop that is filled with even more people and no discernable seating area. Large groups, people I don't know, last minute changes to a plan, running late, new places where I don't know "the situation" - these are all things that cause me great stress. I am what some may call a high anxiety person.
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