Asheville: a travel diary

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You know that itch you start to feel when you've stayed put for too long, the kind of itch you can only scratch with a jaunt outside the familiar? My darling Andy and I were experiencing that very thing when we decided to embark on a little road trip to Asheville last weekend to celebrate both Valentine's Day and my birthday. While a break-in (in which the thief absconded with our laptop and camera; cue ugly cry) almost kept us from our sojourn, I'm so glad we answered the call of the open road.

We enjoyed two wonderful days, exploring what we could in the below-freezing temperatures (the windchill was in the negatives; brrrr). Unfortunately, the brutal weather kept us from adventuring too far into the gloriously beautiful mountains, but the life of the city definitely kept us entertained. Yelp was a major aid in helping us find places to eat and drink, and the suggestions on my Instagram post were oh so helpful.

We arrived on Saturday night, and since it was Valentine's Day, we ventured to the west side of town for drinks at Double Crown, a cool dive bar with great cocktails. It was difficult not to make comparisons to our experience of our own fair city (Atlanta), as West Asheville reminded us so much of our beloved East Atlanta.

On Sunday morning and afternoon, we strolled through downtown, braving the frigid temperatures as best we could. We brunched at Early Girl and perused art galleries, and I tried my best to resist buying items in each of the adorable shops we stopped into (Honeypot and Horse & Hero, pictured above, were the most tempting). To combat the freezing of our fingers, hot beverages were a must; Bomba's americano (his) and cortado (mine) did not disappoint!

We enjoyed an early dinner at Rankin Vault Cocktail Lounge; I can honestly say that the avocado tempeh melt was the best sandwich I've ever tasted, and Andy sang the praises of his burger long after it was gone. After taking a quick breather at our fancy hotel (shoutout to my husband on that one), we traipsed to the Thirsty Monk to try a few local beers on draught. By 9pm on a blustery Sunday night, the once-bustling city had quieted down significantly, so we made our way back to end the night at the hotel bar, which was actually quite delightful.

On top of the thriving art scene, interesting local businesses, and beautiful natural scenery; there wasn't a drink or meal that didn't leave us highly satisfied. As Andy remarked while we were finishing up a scrumptious brunch at Tupelo Honey CafΓ© on the morning of our departure, "man, we eat well!" We had to cut our trip several hours short due to potential inclement weather, but I'm already compiling a list of places to go and things to see the next time we find ourselves in Asheville.