It was a damp Tuesday when the music died at the Copperhead Lodge.

A sudden cancellation.

Devastation.

Grown men wept into their single-malt scotch (you know who you were). The ivory keys silent, cold, mocking.

But now? Redemption.

Welcome to the Copperhead Make-Up Duel. It is not just a dinner; it is an auditory resurrection. Two men. Two pianos. Bound by honor, fueled by the primal urge to out-strum, out-sing, and out-charm the other. You will dine on thick cuts of prime rib while the air crackles with the raw, unfiltered energy of Billy Joel, Neil Diamond and ragtime jazz. It is scandalous. It is celebratory. It is the only way to heal the wounds of a fortnight ago.

The scotch will flow. The music will roar. The past will be forgiven.

The lights dim. The projector hums. You are no longer in the North Georgia mountains. You are standing on the dusty, sun-baked tracks of Whistle Stop, Alabama.

The air is thick with the scent of honeysuckle, desperation, and the unmistakable aroma of secrets sizzling in a cast-iron skillet at The Whistle Stop Cafe

This is not a movie night. This is a sensory excavation of the American South. Five courses. Five celluloid milestones. Each dish a culinary echo of the triumphs, tragedies, and unyielding friendships flashing across the silver screen.

Inside the Copperhead Lodge, the air is thick with anticipation and the scent of slow-roasted prime rib. Suddenly, a note cuts through the chatter. It is pure, unfiltered velvet.

Michael Hulett is back!

We tracked him down in Michigan. The Great Lakes couldn’t hold him. We boarded a rain-slicked twin-engine Cessna in Grand Rapids, his sax strapped into the co-pilot seat like a precious, brass-clad dignitary, just to bring this exclusive engagement to you.

As the first course hits the table, Hulett breathes into the reed. It is not just music; it is an auditory expedition. It smells like old jazz clubs in Detroit and feels like a midnight drive down a foggy shoreline. It’s the kind of sound that makes a grown man weep into his Copperhead Mountain Trout.

The Copperhead Lodge dinner show. It is raw. It is sophisticated. It is the only place to be.

In Lima the fog rolls off the Pacific, heavy with the scent of roasted coriander. That is the feeling we are bringing to The Copperhead Lodge for tonight’s Passport Dinner Series.

The Feast is a Trek Through the Sacred Valley where the mountains meet the sky.

The Beginning: Ceviche classic, cured in lime juice sharp enough to cut glass.

The Journey: Papas a la Huaciana, Arroz Chaufa…

The Summit: Dark chocolate infused with chili, warming your throat like a fire in a stone hut. vs. Crema Volteada / Leche Asada: Peru's version of baked custard or flan. Made with milk, eggs, and sugar, it has a silky texture and is topped with a golden caramel syrup , silky like the voice you hear…

Our trek has a guide. Enter Michael Hulett bringing the sultry breath of the Andes to our

As you take your first sip of the chicha morada, Hulett steps into the light. He raises his saxophone. It isn’t just music; it’s a physical force. The first note cuts through the room like a machete through Amazonian brush. It is sultry. It is dangerous. It sounds exactly like a midnight rendezvous in a smoky jazz club behind the Plaza de Armas.

Grab your Passport - no jet lag at The Lodge for this fabulous evening’s adventure. The mountains are calling, the food is sizzling, the sax is playing…

The Flying Trout presents Sunday Supper - a ritual as old as people have lived in these hills. Not "brunch" exactly - 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 definitely not required.  706-745-8000

July in the Blue Ridge. The air can be thick, heavy - hanging like wool over the Georgia pines. . . The relentless Southern sun draining the very marrow from your bones. You’re parched. Desperate. Retreat to the haven of The Copperhead Lodge, a sanctuary of timber and stone hidden in the hills. Inside, The Flying Trout Restaurant. Five courses. Five liquid elixirs from Reece’s Cider Co. down the road in Ellijay.

Every creation from Reece’s is a crisp, architectural triumph against the elements. It doesn’t just mask the heat; it conquers it. The sharp balance of mountain-grown fruit cuts right through the heavy atmosphere, delivering a clean, electric shock to a paralyzed palate. It’s the liquid equivalent of diving headfirst into a deep, shaded swimming hole under a roaring Appalachian waterfall.

It’s sure to be an immediate rescue from the Southern swelter. 5 courses prepared by our chef’s to compliment the fruity finery of Reece’s!

Kim with her upright Bass. Curtis with his guitar. It’s uniquely genuine. It’s Mississippi Delta blues played with the fire of a Spanish flamenco dancer and the soul of an Appalachian preacher. Don’t miss ‘em!

Good times never seemed so good as at The Copperhead Lodge

A Toast to 250 Years of the American Spirit

You don’t just celebrate America’s 250th birthday with fireworks. No, you celebrate it with the liquid heritage born in the very fires of the Revolution. Two hundred and fifty years ago, a nation was forged in the fires of revolution. The Pepper family began distilling a bold, uncompromising whiskey that would fuel the American journey. Gather beneath the Lodge’s rustic timber beams for a ritual as old as the hills: a whiskey pairing dinner. The legendary spirits of James E Pepper are the perfect choice for our culinary journey through American history.

Historic pours meet an Artisanal Mountain Menu. Sip the legendary 1776 expression and rare barrel-proof selections. Our 5-course dinner is crafted to complement the bold whiskey profiles of James E Pepper. Enjoy the five course dinner with our without the whiskey pairing. Either way, dinner is paired with the the soulful, magnetic melodies of Mook & Mimi!

Flavors include: James E. Pepper Barrel Bourbon. Uncut. Unfiltered. A roaring fire of vanilla, toasted oak, and deep caramel == paired with slow-braised wild boar shank over creamy, Logan Mill stone-ground pepper jack grits.

Picture this: You’re sitting at The Copperhead Lodge. Outside, the pines are silhouetted against a bruising twilight. Inside, the room hums.

The music starts. An unforgettable evening of soulful melodies by Mook & Mimi, fine dining, and legendary spirits!

Join us for an exclusive 5-course artisanal mountain menu. To elevate your experience, we are offering an optional whiskey pairing featuring the historic, award-winning pours of James E. Pepper Whiskeys. As you sip and savor, enjoy the magnetic, soulful acoustic melodies of the incredible duo Mook & Mimi.

No pretense. Just raw soul that crawls right under your skin and stays there. It sounds the way a gravel road feels after a summer rain.

But you aren't just listening. You are feasting. Five courses of elevated mountain cuisine. And for those who understand that history belongs in a glass: an optional pairing of James E. Pepper whiskeys. This isn't mass-produced stuff. This is the legendary "1776" spirit. Bold. Uncompromising. It tastes of rye, charred oak, and pure American resolve.

High-Octane Cinematic Nostalgia

The Lodge lights dim. Engines roar. Get swept away into a world of unadulterated, 1980s cinematic adrenaline.

It is a story of rogue spirits. Sweaty volleyball matches. Leather Jackets. Renegade pilots pushing Mach 2.

You feel the need—the burning, insatiable need—for an evening of fun and food. By the time the credits roll, you are ready to walk out to the tarmac, zip up your flight suit, and stare directly into the danger zone.

This won’t be just a meal, but a gastronomic odyssey cross the backbone of this great republic.

From the East Coast to Chicago then onward. Perhaps a deep-dish tartlet, thick and oozing with a tomato sauce … St. Louis ribs—charred, sticky, and defiant. We move west, the flavors shifting like the gears of a '55 Fairlane. A Tex-Mex moment or a New Mexican blue corn enchilada? By the time we reach the California coast, you won’t just be full, you’ll be reclaimed - was a boy or girl again, staring at a Rand McNally atlas, dreaming of the white lines and the neon hum of the Blue Swallow Motel along Route 66.

Not just a dinner. It’s the American Dream, served with a side of extra napkins.

The VJMC is gathering, once again, at The Lodge. They call it a rally, but it’s more like a beautifully curated museum show. Scattered across the paved grounds of the resort, and nestled right at the foot of "The Gauntlet" scenic, and thrilling mountain route, hundreds of machines that redefined the global automotive landscape gather for an annual event that brings 100’s of machines that helped put the world on 2 wheels with their accessibility and reliability.

The event brings together riders, collectors and spectators for a spectacle of mid-century forward craftsmanship.

Audience requests and high-energy vibes! Don't miss Dueling Pianos on the 3rd Tuesday of every month. It’s a night of sing-alongs and great company! You won’t want to miss our monthly visit from The Andrew’s Brothers! For years the premier Dueling Pianos act in Atlanta, the Andrew’s Brothers are now a fixture at The Copperhead Lodge! The crowd picks the songs, so each show is different —- but ALWAYS fun! Part Comedy Show, Part Concert, and Truly Entertaining!

Who’d’ve thunk? A man clad in six-inch platform boots, a white sequined coat, and oversized, ruby-tinted glasses … all the glamor of 1970s London … is such a hit in these hills.

By popular demand, we’re bringing back the "Rocket Man"! He’s saying “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” and hello Blue Ridge Mountains. As ‘Bennie and the Jets” echoes through the rafters of the Lodge, the crowd always joins in.

You won’t want to miss this encore performance!

The Copperhead Lodge invites you to an evening where the silver screen meets the silver spoon. Please join us for a cinematic culinary journey through the rain-slicked streets of Manhattan, hosted right here in the heart of the Blue Ridge mountains. The screen flickers to life. , .

Audrey.

The black dress.

The pearls.

Notes of "Moon River" drift through the timber rafters of The Lodge. As Holly Golightly traverses the Upper East Side, our chef will guide you through a multi-course menu designed to mirror every iconic moment on screen. From our signature welcome popcorn which sets the scene to a sweet finale, each bite is timed to the flicker of the film.

Don’t be like Holly—bring your key, leave your cat at home, and prepare for a night of rustic elegance and 1961 glamour. (Channel you 1961 Holly glamor attire, or come as you are!)

You aren't just watching, my friend. You are embarking on a sensory odyssey where rustic elegance meets Fifth Avenue chic. For 1 hour, 55 minutes escape to Tiffany’s.

Kim with her upright Bass. Curtis with his guitar. It’s uniquely genuine. It’s Mississippi Delta blues played with the fire of a Spanish flamenco dancer and the soul of an Appalachian preacher. Don’t miss ‘em!

Local Musicians Southern Vantage perform on our creek-side deck. Enjoy gritty, guitar-driven anthems from legendary artists like Lynyrd Skynyrd, Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Eagles, Tom Petty, and The Allman Brothers. Plus, a deep catalog of timeless country staples and current hits, covering icons like Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Merle Haggard, Garth Brooks, and Brooks & Dunn, alongside modern heavyweights like Chris Stapleton and Luke Combs.