Asheville has always been on the back burner for me. I first went when I was 18 for some of the niche nightlife events, and I met a large community of fascinating people. Mostly I knew the city at night and as a hub for shared subcultural interests.
I spent a remarkable amount of time in my 20s driving back and forth for concerts, cabarets, and other events my friends and I performed in. Back then most of the appeal was for the people I knew there, not the city itself. But the more I visited, the more places I found, and the longer I wanted to stay.
Last weekend I went for a tourist trip (I was not performing) and decided to write a little about it from that perspective.
You should know that I am an absolute sucker for literary booze joints. The Crow & Quill is my favourite spot in Asheville, owned by a lovely friend who hosts themed parties and art+maker nights each week. C&Q also hosts live music and serves all the fancy cocktails dreams are made of. Dreams of Gorey, Poe, and Lovecraft, in a sea of three hundred whiskeys.
If you want to get your fix during the day time, visit Battery Park Book Exchange, order yourself a glass of wine or beer, and let your yellow smoke rub its muzzle on the window-panes with your favourite book. Dobro Tea is my favourite tea house, with a lovely environment all around.
Asheville has a lot of interesting art installations, which I will be seeking out more in the future.
I was pretty excited to see Highland Brewing Company, Troy & Sons, and Sierra Nevada.
Check out Skunk Ruckus!
I have to mention Favilla’s balsamic chicken pizza, and the beignets & Hey Lucy! omelette I had at Another Cracked Egg. Photos next time…
This restlessness with my current city could be greatly satiated if I relocated to Asheville, I’m sure, but it remains on the back burner. Even with the hyperinflation of rent and sprawling suburbs, the ever-lingering wafts of body odor and patchouli, and the blur of buskers that almost sound as good as that one band they remind me of. I really love it.