Friday, March 6

Asheville, NC, The Fiddlin' Pig

I was taking the kids north of Asheville to ski and my parents said they'd drive over to visit with us. My parents don't ski, so I began looking for something to do with them that they would enjoy and we could visit a little. Asheville has a lot of goodies for the weekend visitor & as soon as I saw the neon "Fiddlin' Pig," I knew this was the place for dad. The Fiddlin' Pig -- Bluegrass and BBQ. I called him on my cell: "Two Words, dad: 'Fiddlin' Pig!'" Whooeee!
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The Fiddlin' Pig is easily located off I-240 in the NorthEast section of Asheville. Parking is scarce - go early or park next door.
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We left two kids on the slopes that night and brought the rest with us. I had reserved a table front and center of the band and quickly realized we wouldn't get much visiting done in this noise. The band played some bluegrass and pleasantly interacted with the crowd, getting children out on the dance floor, while we perused the menu. I knew that before the evening ended, Eva would be on the dance floor. She was eyeing that sucker from the second she walked in.
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Marj ordered a round of deviled eggs on a bed of fried pickles for the table. Again: Whooee! The menu excited me. It sounded like home country cookin' and I thought I hit jackpot, but that wasn't to be the case. We shouted our orders over the bluegrass and sat back for the show. Everyone was invited to square dance and mom almost went out on the flo'. Eva marvelled in Mimi's stories of her square dancin' past.
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Then came some cloggers. With taps on their shoes. You know it -- Whooee! I'm sure Eva will ask for taps for her birthday this year. She drooled over those things like me with a pair of Manolo alligator boots. Yes, I know that look, honey. The band took a convenient break so we could actually have our conversation and visit a little. When the band resumed play, our food arrived, nearly an hour after we ordered it. We ate while cloggers came out, followed by more square dancing. Check this out - I think this cute boy is asking Eva to dance!
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The food was a huge disappointment - quality & quantity. I tried the pulled pork & beef brisket, both smoked, both a little off. Mac n cheese was cold. Hushpuppies were awesome and saved the day. I quickly learned that one goes here for the experience and the entertainment, not for the food. Just so you know.
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It's funny how this . . .
& this . . .

so quickly turned into this . . .


Guess it was from all that skiing.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I agree, don't go for the food but definitely go-----for the fun! Next time I'm putting on my crinolin and tap shoes and I'm out there!

driftwood said...

OK anonymous next time use your real name. I should have known that you would be at a food place as you hardly ever cook a meal at home. Why would you want to go back if the food is not any good and the noise is too loud to even think let alone talk? I will not go back to the Texas Roadhouse because of the noise (music?) coming from their sound system and their food is delicious!!!!

Are you dating yourself by mentioning the word "crinolin" - does anybody younger than 65 know what that is?

Zippy said...

Hey, I'm younger than 65 and I know what a crinoline is!

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