You’ve spent the morning inhaling the intoxicating perfume of castor oil and aviation fuel. Your eyes are weary from tracing the polished chrome of a 1957 roadster and the riveted wings of a taildragger. You are famished. Not for a protein bar or a cardboard coffee, but for the kind of sustenance that fueled the men who built this country.

Just down the road, a stone’s throw from the Blairsville runway, there is a table waiting. It’s "Sunday Supper" served with the communal spirit of a country barn raising. No menus. No pretension. Just plates passed by hand, laden with fried chicken so crisp it snaps like a dry twig and buttermilk biscuits that defy the laws of gravity.

Join us at The Copperhead Lodge! For a $25 All-You-Care-To-Eat Country-Style Feast!