Black Mountain

There is nothing better for the soul than a girls weekend. I should qualify that statement. Nothing better if those girls are your very best college friends who you get to see far too infrequently. It’s sad to think about how you go from seeing your very best friends every. single. day. to having to plan get-togethers weeks in advance, but that also means that it is more special when you finally do end up all in one place again (minus Maggie this time around, tragically!)

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Two weeks ago, my best friends and I made our way up to my parent’s mountain house for a weekend of catching up, relaxing, and exploring the near-by(ish) town of Black Mountain. It was heaven. We all got in a little late on Friday, so we poured some wine, kicked back, and chatted until some of the weaker members of our group (cough cough, me) drifted to sleep at our perches on the couch and we decided it was best to head to bed.

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The next morning, we woke up one by one (obviously I was first, the perpetual earlybird) and lazily made ourselves breakfast and coffee before settling in on the couch to wait for everyone else. The morning was slow, as all morning would be an ideal world, and we didn’t make any effort to get the day started until nearly 11.

Once we were all ready to head off into the day, we made our way to Black Mountain, NC, a small town about 20 minutes outside of Asheville. I love Black Mountain because I used to go with my family when I was a kid, and really, it has hardly changed since. It was also a more manageable town to conquer in a single afternoon than Asheville. A quick Yelp consultation on the drive over clued us in to a must-try breakfast spot: the Blue Ridge Biscuit Company. It did not disappoint.

Like all of the best places, it doesn’t look like much from the outside. But inside, its like your grandmother’s kitchen got a cool new makeover. Garden tools, aprons, and art adorn the walls, and it all somehow works. There are no less than 6 types of homemade jams set out for you to pile on your biscuits, and the choice of breakfast sandwiches puts bacon, egg, and cheese to shame.

blue ridge biscuit company

blue ridge biscuit company

blue ridge biscuit company

After a lot of contemplation, I settled for the Mountain Mama, which even surprised me a little bit seeing as this lady of a biscuit had no meat and salad on it. It sounded too unique to pass up: A fried grit cake with cherry tomatoes, pimento cheese, fresh greens, and a balsamic blackberry drizzle. Something about this just worked. I am already scheming to make my way back to devour another one of these before the summer is over. Although my friends selections looked tempting as well…

blue ridge biscuit company

blue ridge biscuit company

blue ridge biscuit company

blue ridge biscuit company

The biscuits are some of the biggest I have ever seen, and it would take a brave soul to try to go in for one without a fork and knife. Despite valiant efforts, I left an entire half of my biscuit uneaten. Please promise me you’ll make a stop at the Blue Ridge Biscuit Company if you find yourself anywhere close. Your tastebuds will love you for it.

Having had our fill, we made our way to town to walk it off as we popped in and out of boutiques all afternoon. Erica and I are best friends whose bond was formed over a mutual obsession with Christmas. It is not unusual to hear us plotting our future careers as professional  Christmas decorators with our sights set high on the Biltmore or Disney. We also have decided that we will travel together to all the best Christmas markets in Europe eventually. So we were delighted to find a little Christmas in June.

We wandered from store to store, collecting trinkets along the way. I discovered that I am more of a dog lady than I thought, since I was drawn to every dog themed item I saw. I ended up leaving with a leash rack that said walk above it with a paw print. For the subtle dog freak.

The most gorgeous photo I have ever seen!

The most gorgeous photo I have ever seen!

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Having exhausted our shopping energy, we decided to make our way over to our last stop on our Black Mountain outing: Pisgah Brewery. None of us had been, but if there is one activity we all love, it’s a good brewery tour! Pisgah offers a free tour every Saturday at 3:15, so we headed over to relax with a drink before it started.

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I’ve been on my fair share of brewery tours, and I find that most of them are pretty predicable. Fun, but predictable. Pisgah Brwery’s was, hands down, the best one I have ever gone on. From the first drink I bought, I realized that this brewery was a little different than most. The difference being that the pints were mostly only $3, and my flight came in at a measly $5! Also, there is space in spades and plenty of seating, which is something I always appreciate, especially when I have worn myself out shopping haha.

pisgah brwery

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pisgah

As we were all nearing the bottom of our glasses, the bartender announced that the tour was about to begin. I turned around, and was pleasantly surprised to  see her with 3 large pitchers of beer and a stack of mini plastic cups!

As soon as the crowd gathered, she got us all started with a small glass of their most famous beer, the Pisgah Pale Ale and then lead us into the brewery to see how the beer was made and keep the samples coming. Beyond the free beer perk, this was also one of the most interesting start-up stories I have ever heard at a brewery, and the tour leader was funny and engaging. I won’t give too much away, because I want everyone visiting Asheville or Black Mountain to make a point to go on the tour!

Pisgah

I would say its worth every penny, but it’s free!

pisgah

pisgah

All of us couldn’t stop gushing about what a great experience it was, and we even loved it so much we signed the guest book haha! All a little worn out, we made our way back to the mountain house to spend the rest of the evening kicking back with some wine..but more on that another time!

T.

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