The Last Supper (in Asheville)
Here’s a not so hypothetical question for you. If you had only one meal to eat in Asheville, where would it be? In seven days, I’m leaving this lovely mountain retreat for the bright lights and big flavors of New York City. The countdown has begun. But I’m stumped; where do I eat my final meal? For the past two weeks, living on my own, couch surfing, I’ve spent nights sharing meals at various dinner tables with dear friends, and days grabbing fruit and salads and Greenlife. For a final week, however, this does not suffice.
Should I keep it Southern, since I know there will be a drought of grits and endless sweet tea in my future? Do I go Asheville vegetarian, stay downtown or stick with old faithfuls like Papas and Beer? I’d love to know where you would take your final holy sacrament in this most epicurean of Appalachian towns.
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Stay tuned for a thrilling, death-defying culinary pilgrimage to the Apple that is Big.