We took a really scenic drive up towards Asheville from Atlanta, and after driving for a while we came to a sleepy little town called Dillsboro. It’s exactly how you would picture a quant little southern town in the mountains. The railroad runs through the heart of it, which is adorned with beautiful old buildings. It’s the kind of town where time slows down and people aren’t quite in such a hurry to do much of anything.
There was a sign touting the Dillsboro Smokehouse, so we took a detour to check the place out. It had everything you’d want in a North Carolina barbecue place, except good barbecue. The chopped pork sandwich was unpleasantly dry, which was a huge disappointment given how unique the surroundings were. The people were nice, the décor was authentic, but the food was regrettably bad. But I’m glad we went, because I always would have wondered about it if we’d kept driving.
So we headed on to spend a couple of days checking out breweries and mountain biking in Asheville, a town with surprisingly little to offer in the way of barbecue.