A ritual as old as people have lived in these hills. Not "brunch" - that’s a city word for people in too much of a hurry ... This is family style.

The table is a rustic wooden expanse buried under the bounty of the Blue Ridge prepared with love by Matthew.

You'll almost always see fried chicken, golden and  crackly giving way to tender meat; bowls of sides like collard greens that have simmered since the first bird sang in the morning, mashed potatoes, fried okra, corn muffins, biscuits, corn; a fruit cobbler, perhaps peach or blackberry, still bubbling from the oven, all served with a pitcher of iced tea that sweats in the mountain air.

Sit on the creek-side deck or in our dining room. We'll bring bowls of food, you select what suits you. Mountain Casual dining in heart of the hills.

Reservations recommended, but not required.  706-745-8000