It is March 16th. The eve of the green madness. We won’t be dying the creek a questionable shade of emerald, but we might be practicing our jigs. In The Lodge, the fire is roaring. The chef is possessed. . . Five courses that bridge the gap between a mountain hollow and a Roman piazza. It shouldn’t work, but it does. It’s the culinary equivalent of a bluegrass fiddle playing Vivaldi.

The Optional Italian Liaison: For a few extra notes, we bring in the Italians. A Barolo so deep it has its own gravity. An aromatic Barbaresco that cuts through the mountain mist like a searchlight.

While the world prepares to wake up with a headache and a plastic hat, you’ll be finishing a glass of Vin Santo by the hearth. Quiet. Refined. Superior.

Wear something wool. Bring an appetite. Leave the green tie in the suitcase. Would you like The Lodge’s room availability for the night? Call us for a Package Price! 706-835-7433