Address and Contact Information
Address: 10256 Mill Run Cir suite 102, Owings Mills, MD 21117
Phone: (240) 793-5888
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Order and Reservations
Order: Order online
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Reviews
I was a little surprised by the decor in the place, very neat, clean and everything in its place but I couldn’t catch the theme upon entry…eclectic, artsy but also a lot of flowers that reminded of a Asian/sushi restaurant. I did love the art that was featured of different artist though, very dope! But back to the food, the selections were more than I anticipated which was a good thing! It was hard to make a decision but I went there with a craving for some fried chicken so I did stick to the plan. I ordered a Fried Chicken Platter with mac & cheese and collards greens as my sides. All of the food is displayed behind a glass and some things look yummier than others and seeing the salmon & shrimp I almost changed my mind. There wasn’t a long wait and Jay fixed my order. She was very personable and answered my questions very pleasantly. She hooked up my kids platter as well. I ordered to go so I ate my dinner at home. The fried chicken was really good and what I was craving, the mac & cheese was just okay in my opinion, I like to be able to differentiate between the cheese and the noodles and the overall texture was a little too mushy for me. The greens were tasty, a little high on the vinegar side but some people enjoy that twang. I tried the mashed potatoes & corn from the kids platter and those both were really good! I’ll come back and try some other dishes as the staff was very nice & polite.
There do have limited tables and seatings you can sit down after get your food from the counter.
New, clean, bright vibe.
Friendly staff.
Good selections of seafood, meats and vegetables.
Do recommend for grab and go.
Do recommend.
Picture this: I’m six days deep into 14-hour shifts, running on fumes, staying in a motel down the street, seconds away from committing the ultimate tired-person sin and settling for Panda Express. I’m already halfway resigned to disappointment when, like a literal sign from the universe, I see it glowing in the parking lot: The Carolina Kitchen Express.
From the Carolinas.
I’m from the Carolinas.
That alone felt suspiciously personal.
I’m standing there debating when people walk out. I ask the most basic question possible: “Is it good?”
They look at me like I just said I’ve never heard of oxygen.
What followed was a full-on parking lot TED Talk. Ten minutes of strangers hyping me up, breaking down dishes, recommending favorites, genuinely excited that I hadn’t been there before. That should’ve been my first clue that I was about to make a life-altering decision.
The second I opened the door, the vibe hit first. The place is beautiful. Warm, welcoming, alive. Then the smell hit me like I had just disrespected my grandma in church. Absolute, unapologetic, soul-grabbing aroma. My stomach started growling immediately, like it had been personally insulted by how long I waited to eat.
The food itself is tucked just out of sight, and when you round the corner… I swear the whole bar was glowing. Like angels were back there whispering inappropriate things directly into my ear. Everything looked less like food and more like art that just happened to be edible.
I was so overwhelmed in the best way that I finally told the sweetest woman behind the counter, “Please just choose for me, because we’ll be here all night otherwise.” She smiled like she already knew exactly what I needed. And she absolutely nailed it.
While they were packing my order, Mr. Robinson slides over from the other side of the counter and just starts handing me samples. No warning. No mercy.
First meatball.
I almost folded.
Then chickpeas.
Now I’m questioning every decision I’ve ever made.
I’m thinking, “Oh no… I ordered wrong. I messed up.”
Then comes another meatball, plant-based by the way, and that’s when it hits me: there is no wrong order here. Everything is stupidly good. Unfairly good.
Just when I think we’re done, they toss cornbread in the bag like it’s nothing. And let’s talk about the bag. This isn’t a flimsy takeout sack. This is a legit, high-quality, reusable shopping bag with their logo on it. Better than the bags Costco, Walmart, or anywhere else charges you for. I’ll be using this thing again, guaranteed.
I’m driving back to the motel trying to be responsible, fighting the urge to eat while driving, and this food is absolutely wrecking my concentration. I couldn’t get back fast enough. I told them I’d be back, and that wasn’t polite talk. That was a promise.
I travel a lot. I eat a lot. I’ve been everywhere, tried everything. This place isn’t just “good.” It’s special. It’s the kind of food that finds you exactly when you need it most and reminds you why eating well actually matters.
If you’re tired, hungry, skeptical, or about to make a bad food decision — don’t. Walk past it. Pull in here instead.
This place didn’t just feed me.
It straight-up saved my night.