The Fiddlin’ Pig
I was on assignment for The Laurel of Asheville this weekend to cover the bluegrass beat. The venue was the Fiddling Pig at Asheville, and the band was Balsam Range. I’d love to tell you all about it, but it’s gotta wait. Given that my editor, Mr. Paul Howey, paid me to write it up he has dibs on the article. However, you can read it on-line when it comes out in May by going to my blogroll and clicking on the link to the Laurel of Asheville.
I can tell ya all about Asheville, though. Given that my boy lives up there, it is one of my favorite places to visit. If you go, here’s how I recommend you see the town. First of all, check out The Laurel magazine. It will serve as your guide for meals and entertainment. (And they have the most knowledgeable bluegrass staff in the business- tell ’em you love Dr. Bibey, hint hint. My contract gets renewed in January.)
Since this is a fiction blog, I’ll fancy myself as a travel writer for a moment. You can’t wrong with Biltmore House and Gardens. Go in the spring when all is in bloom. The place was built by the Vanderbilts, and it ain’t a bad summer home get-away crib.
My wife and I spent our 25th Anniversary at the Grove Park Inn a few years ago, and IMHO (bluegrass for in my humble opinion) it is a world class resort. Check out their seafood buffet. I’ve only been once, but I would rate it the best this country boy has ever seen. Great food, all kind of variety, swans carved outta ice afloat in big ole fountains. Come hungry. (Bring money, too, a tad expensive for a bluegrass boy.)
I hear Tiger Woods is building a golf course in the area. I don’t much about it yet, but you can be sure if Tiger has anything to do with it, it’ll be world class, too. I might not be able to afford to play it on any regular basis, but I hope I can get on at least once before age runs me out of the game.
And then there is my favorite haunt, the Fiddlin’ Pig. Fine bluegrass music all through the week, and even a gospel set every Sunday afternoon after church. The BBQ is excellent, and if you want to watch the calories the smoked chicken is lean and excellent.
For a bluegrass man in a strange town the Pig gets an absolute 5 star musician and barbecue affectionado rating. As a travel writer, this might be a fiction forum, but in the bluegrass world I know my way around, and this one is the real deal. Y’all check it out when you are in town, and try to catch the Balsam Range band. They are the best.
See you out on the bluegrass trail.