Step foot into a gem nestled in Western NC, with a recent history of housing talented folks such as my dear friend Brennan, who skillfully navigates the depth of grains while fostering community around food. Even amidst the brisk fall temperatures, you’ll feel a warmth resonating from the space. Morning fog hugs the curves of the windy roads and hills. Smoke from the Alan Scott-designed wood-fired brick oven permeates the crisp mountain air. Pure magic, I say.