Foodie Finds: Jonathon’s

It was very, very hard for me to put the  fork down and take this picture.

While you’d like to consider yourself a Sunday regular at church, reality is you probably only make it once a month. But hey! That’s once a month more than you did in college! And you deserve a treat for that. What’ the treat going to be? A brunch for the gods! Pun intended.

Let me introduce you to Jonathon’s. The tiny house-turned-restaurant sits smack in the middle of Oak Cliff and is just a mile or so south of the Bishop Arts district. I knew this restaurant would be delicious before I even went there due to the fact that I googled “Chicken Waffles Biscuits Gravy Dallas” and Jonathon’s was the first thing to pop up.

Once I got inside and nestled up to the bar, I panicked and ordered biscuits and gravy with a waffle as the side. I don’t know what came over me, but at that moment I just thought the chicken might be too much. I also had a huge glass of orange juice. It concerned me when our super-friendly waitress poured the orange juice out of a cartoon. But, by some force of magic, the carton orange juice tasted amazing.

OJ + Biscuits + Gravy – Finger Sausages

The biscuits and gravy came in a bowl. Interesting, I thought. And some pink fingers (or maybe they were sausage) came on the side. Gross, I thought. After flicking the sausages across the room, I dug into the biscuits and gravy. If this gravy was a car, it would be a DeLorean. Not because it can time travel, but because all the other gravy you’ve tasted kind of tastes the same. Then you have Jonathon’s gravy and your mind is blown. The doors open up from the top, the gravy is super peppery and delicious and not watered down. See the mind blowing theme here? Just go with it.

Then my waffles came out. Eh, waffles are waffles. Except the waffles at Jonathon’s were the fluffiest, sweetest (but not too sweet) waffles I’ve ever had. Plus, they had a hint of vanilla and came with a heaping helping of some off the chain maple syrup.

If anyone asks you the definition of love, “bacon,  cheese, eggs and gravy” is an appropriate response.

Friend boy got the Country Benedict. Biscuit, cheese, egg, bacon, gravy. Need I say more? The bacon added the perfect crunch to an otherwise seemingly soggy brunch entrée. And the gravy took the entire thing over the edge. Plus, the Country Benedict came with a side of potatoes salted to perfection. It was like French fries for breakfast! YUM.

Want to know the best part about this dining excursion? The bill was $30. Three entrees, two drinks and a side of people watching for only $30. What a steal.