“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
These words came out of my mouth, not once, but TWICE during our visit to Asheville, North Carolina.
The first time I said these words was at Wicked Weed’s Funkatorium – a taproom dedicated to sour beers. Sour beer is not for everyone but it’s the perfect beer for me. I love grapefruit juice, lemons, sour candy and the mouth-watering concoction made when funky bacteria and wild yeast is added to a brew (intentionally). As someone who does a happy dance when I spot a sour beer on a drink menu back home, my mind was blown when we sat down and saw what was on-tap at the Funkatorium. I counted the names of over 30 sour beers artfully scribbled on the two – 10 foot diameter barrel chalkboard menus behind the bar. The decision on what to order was a little overwhelming but the bartender let us taste test the brews until we each found one we wanted. We walked away from the bar, snifters in-hand, and found a table with views of the band that was about to play. Bluegrass playing in the background and that warm tingly feeling in my cheeks, I said “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” If I lived in Asheville, I’d no doubt be a regular at the Funkatorium.
The second time I said those words was a completely different scene. I love biscuits. I’m one of those people who orders biscuits and gravy at diners. If for some reason I decide on the french toast, I almost always ask the waiter to throw in a biscuit on the side. I’ve had verbal arguments over who should get the last biscuit in the box from Popeyes and clean house of the free biscuits at Ruby Tuesdays and Red Lobster. So going to a place called “Biscuit Head” while in Asheville made perfect sense. Dan and I both ordered biscuit breakfasts (eggs, sides, and a biscuit) with a side of extra biscuits. We sat down at a sunny table by the window waiting for our biscuits to arrive. Dan got up to use the restroom. When he returned, his hands were overflowing with little white sample cups of jams, butters, and jellies. It was a miracle! Two of my favorite things under one roof. In addition to biscuits, I’m also a lover of sauces, condiments, and foods you spread, dip, or add-to other foods. My typical Chick-fil-A order is the #1 Chicken Sandwich Meal with two Chick-fil-A sauces, two buffalo sauces, and two ranches – please. So when Dan discovered a cart with a large selection of flavored butters, jams, and jellies, he knew to bring back samples of everything. A few moments later, when the waiter brought our breakfasts to the table, I looked down at the fluffy, golden, perfectly crusted biscuit and the 15 different jams, butters, and jellies to choose from and I didn’t know where to start. I laughed in my head at how trivial my condiment dilemma was. I thought these must be the types of “hardships” one would encounter in heaven.
Thanks for the beers and biscuits Asheville. We’ll be back for more.