You could try to recreate it, but you REALLY have to be here for a convergence of cultures as unlikely as a Flamenco Dancer at a Square Dance!

The lingering taste of wood smoke and Spanish wine will take you on a jouney where Spanish flavors find a home here in the quiet Applachian mist at The Copperhead Lodge. Start with tapas, a parade of small miracles — jamon Iberico, sliced so thin it nearly dissolves on the tongue. It’s acorn laden flavor a salty prelude to the evening to come. Perhaps paired with a robust rioja. Suckling Pig, roasted low and slow in the wood-fired oven. The skin, a craclking symphony, giving way to meat so tender it seems to surrender to the fork. Paired with a deep brooding Gran Riserva, it’s stone fruit holding its own against the rich pork.

The conversation flows as freely as the wine at our Chef’s Dinners. By the time the Crema Catalana arrives, you’ll know it’s as much about friends enjoying time together as it is about the repast.