Biscuitville — Restaurant in Kinston

Biscuitville: Where the Biscuits Are Hot and the People Are Warmer** If southern hospitality had a home address, it’d be Biscuitville. Walking into this place feels like getting a hug from your grandma—if your grandma also happened to bake up buttery, golden biscuits faster than a NASCAR pit crew. The staff? Cheerful, polished, and working with the kind of speed and precision that makes you think they might secretly be part of a biscuit-themed elite task force. Managers run the show like smooth operators, and the whole place stays spotless like someone’s always one step ahead with a mop and a mission. You blink, and your order’s ready—fresh, hot, and begging for a photo before that first bite (though good luck waiting long enough to snap one). The food is fast, but never rushed. Biscuitville somehow manages to make quick service feel like a southern Sunday morning. So if you like your breakfast with a side of charm, a dash of wit, and zero crumbs on the counter—do yourself a favor and swing...

I ordered from the drive through line outside. People can't seem spell. They spell name wrong every time. However, I have had wrong order twice on separate visits. Today I ordered a Bkfst platter, grits and bacon biscuit. Got to the window and was handed my order and drove off. I get home, wrong order, wrong name ! I had to go back wait in the long line. Discussed with personnel about the issue and told them I did not want a cold meal since some time had elapsed. Well, wouldn't you know, they gave me the COLD order that was obviously set aside and held. REALLY ! It took my time, my gas to go back and forth along with my frustration of getting wrong order , to only hand me a cold bkfst which was left and had been ordered a half hour ago! Well its my last visit to Biscuit Ville and seriously doubt I will ever go there any more if that's the best service you have to offer. Lot less than BoJangles...

Biscuitville in Kinston, NC, isn’t just a restaurant—it’s a shrine to buttery, flaky perfection. Walking in, you’re greeted by the heavenly scent of biscuits so fresh, they must have been kissed by angels before hitting the griddle.

I ordered a Bacon, Egg, and Cheese Biscuit, and let me tell you, it was like breakfast gave me a hug and whispered, ‘You’re amazing.’ The sweet tea? So good it could bring a tear to a Southern grandma’s eye. And don’t get me started on the hash browns—they’re crispy little love notes from the fryer.

The staff works with the precision of a biscuit-making symphony, serving up smiles faster than I can say ‘extra sausage gravy.’ If you haven’t been to Biscuitville yet, are you even living your best breakfast life? Seriously, go now—your taste buds will thank you, and your diet can wait...