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The air in the mountains on Thanksgiving is different. Crisp, clean, carrying the scent of pine and an old-ways quiet that seems to have vanished everywhere else. You pull up to the old timber lodge, the kind of place where the fire is always roaring and the floorboards groan underfoot like a contented old dog.
Inside, it's not a meal; it's a communion. A grand affair spread across a handcrafted wood table made by Darrell with love. Here, time has no dominion. The food isn't just "food." It's history on a plate.
Smoked Turkey: Golden-skinned, an architectural marvel. The slices are hand carved, the way they should be, not the pre-packaged, translucent slices of modern life.
Stuffings: Earthy and rich, secret recipes whispered down through generations of lodge cooks. Not just a side dish, but a culinary embrace.
Bourbon Pecan Pie: Deep, dark, and dangerous. The kind of dessert that makes you want to sit by the fire with a glass of something amber and tell stories of your own adventures.
You take your plate, perhaps by the roaring fire, and for a brief respite, you are exactly where you are supposed to be. Surrounded by the warmth of good company and food prepared with intention.
No white table cloths here. It's a taste of a simpler time, when people ate with gusto and gave thanks for things more substantial than bandwidth.
Available for one day only. Reservations required.
Christmas Eve at The Copperhead Lodge
It’s not just a meal. It's a gathering, a pause in time in a small, tucked-away lodge in the Blue Ridge Mountains, a place where people still look up from their phones, where they still know how to be present.
The buffet table groans under the weight of tradition. Glazed ham, turkey roasted with secret blend of herbs and spices. Prime Rib, earthy and rich. And the desserts... Red Velvet Cake so authentic it might have been spirited here from above, and bread pudding that promises warmth and good cheer. Pies galore.
Enjoy the wood fire, a glass of something mulled in your hand, perhaps a slight flush to your cheeks from the cold. The conversation is low and warm. You realize this is what the season is meant to be. Simple, rich, and utterly memorable.
Serves 2 to 14 people comfortably. More if you’re very fond of each other. No fuss, no complications. Just genuine human connection. The way things used to be. The way they should be.
