Since I'm on call this Sunday, chained to a 30 minute radius of the hospital I decided to get some things done around the house, and by get things done I mean fall asleep in the hammock. If somebody doesn't go into labor in the next 30 minutes I have no excuse for not tackling our Asheville blog posts.
Our favorite breakfast spot was "Biscuithead." We earned a free biscuit by the end of the week--Ian's favorite was the fried green tomato biscuit while I favored the mimosa fried chicken biscuit. As advertised, they are as "big as cat's heads" and the reason we didn't try out too many lunch spots in Asheville. We had stellar dinners at Curate, Plant, Nightbelle, and Luella's. At Curate the following conversation occurred after we had finished most of a pitcher of sangria:
Me, "I think that's Ken Marino"
Ian, "Who's Ken Marino?"
Me, "I'm going to ask him if he's Ken Marino."
Me (to Ken), " Sorry to bother you but are you Ken Marino?"
Ken, "Yes I am"
Me, "Thanks, I thought so."
He then walked over and said, "Is that it?" and proceeded to chat with us for 5 minutes. Nice guy, and if you haven't seen Party Down or Children's Hospital you may not know who he is either, but he's worth a look.
Luckily for our waistlines, all of the above restaurants required a 3 mile round-trip walk to downtown. We hit Oskar Blues brewery on our way home from hiking in Pisgah National forest.
There we sat under a corrugated tin roof and watched the rain lash down, happily sipping the world's most alcoholic sampler. It included Ten Fidy--their deceptively smooth stout with a whopping 10.5% ABV, and Ian's new favorite Old Chub--a nitro Scotch Ale (8% ABV).
What could make for a better trip besides food, beer and the mountain air? Getting to see an old friend. Karen drove over from Fayetteville and spent a couple of days bagging waterfall hikes with us. This could be the start of a beautiful tradition.