Weaverville represents another generation, perhaps another century, in the evolution of mountain living. It’s so quiet you can hear the cheering at the Little League games from more than a block away. When it looks like rain, everybody runs out to roll up the car windows. Few bother locking their cars.
After dinner at the Glass Onion, Twisted Laurel, Soba, Blue Mountain Pizza and Brewpub (in Western North Carolina’s oldest commercial building), Main Street Grill, Well-Bred Bakery, the Creperie or Stony Knob Cafe, stroll through our town’s galleries and take in some live music. Stop off for a hometown brew at Blue Mountain Pizza and Brewpub, Zebulon Artisan Ales or Eluvium Brewing Company. Guests often meet locals and learn more about Weaverville and its residents than they do about people in their own neighborhood. It’s a place conducive to meeting new people and chatting.
After an exhausting day of touring the Biltmore Estate, exploring Asheville’s shops and experiencing the colorful sidewalk performance that is Asheville, it’s a pleasant experience to kick off your shoes on the back porch to enjoy a cool drink and a view of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
It feels like coming home.