!We had such an intimate, uplifting, and fun seated dinner last night! We will be doing more of these in the spring with guest chefs from all around, and we are excited to bring this new element to Tods! Also, we heard about our online review from Asheville’s freelance food critic, and we just wanted to announce that we started making plans to change our entrance and ordering process about a month ago, and it will be completed in February 2014. So you will be able toenjoy your awesome food and coffee after a pleasant circular waiting in line experience. Happy fall, Montford!
Now here we go:
Bull & Beggar – River Arts District
Yum. No, waitaminute: super-yum!
It was a little hard to find, but we persevered, placed a call from the parking lot, and finally got there. Our efforts were rewarded! The decor was nice, the lighting was just dim enough to be romantic, the staff was friendly and professional from greeting to good-bye, and the food, as previously mentioned was super-yum.
I got the chicken. I love chicken. I eat a lot of chicken. Chicken chicken chicken, gimme chicken. At Bull & Beggar they do a roasted chicken with red currents, chanterelle mushrooms, something called “bread sauce”, and something else called “game crumb.” It was fucking amazing. Like, I-wanted-to-shove-my-face-in-the-bowl-and-lick-up-every-last-bit-of-game-crumb-and-bread-sauce amazing.
My only complaint is a small one about plating. As in: I would have preferred a plate to a bowl. Bowls are for soup, ice cream, and Alpo. I always feel like the family dog when I eat solid food out of a giant bowl. But shit, man, I’d get on my hands and knees and eat that chicken out of a red plastic dish that says “Fido” on the side. It was fucking good.
The ladies both got the mountain trout, and it was excellent too. Cooked to perfection, light, moist, flavorful… even the skin was delish. Plus it came with sea beans! The taste of sea beans whisked me back to ol’ Cape Cod, where them shits would grow wild in the back yard. Everyone agreed that the chicken was something special and when I go back — which I will — I’ll get it again… and again…
Oh, dessert: there were three on the menu, we ordered them all, but they ran out of one, so we got two. I can’t recall what they were, and I guess we weren’t blown-away, but I remember that we enjoyed them well enough.
BoJangles – Merrimon Ave., Asheville “Dude, you always come over, and the first thing you do is take a shit in my toilet. You live, like, a block away. Why don’t just shit at home before you come over?” “I’ve been stopping at BoJangles on the way.” I paraphrase, but that is a totally 100 percent true story.
Stu Helm is an artist and writer living in Asheville, NC, and a frequent diner at local restaurants, cafes, food trucks, and the like. His tastes run from hot dogs and mac ‘n’ cheese, to haute cuisine, and his opinions are based on a lifetime of eating out. He began writing restaurant reviews strictly to amuse his friends on Facebook in 2013.