After we left downtown Blue Ridge and stopped by Taste of Amish we were famished. We hadn’t eaten since breakfast (ok…we ate a piece of candy) and it was almost 4 so we decided to eat at The Pink Pig and save our chili in case we got hungry later or for lunch on Sunday.
We were only vaguely aware of where The Pink Pig was located but found it without any trouble at all. It was a very unassuming building on the side of the road with a bright pink pig sign on the front. Well, duh! It IS the Pink Pig…. Well, technically it’s Holloway’s Pink Pig but everyone seems to just know it by The Pink Pig. We went in and were escorted to a table in the back room by a roaring fire.
They have apparently really gotten in the Christmas spirit because all the tables were decorated with tablecloths either covered in Christmas trees or candy canes and there was a big tree decorated in the corner with a nice cushy comfy looking chair beside it I am assuming for Santa Claus. I am guessing they must have someone come in on weekend nights? Maybe the chair is just part of the décor.
The building itself was built back in 1950 as a country store and gristmill. The Pink Pig was established there back in 1967 by Bud Holloway who was apparently the grandfather of the current owner. They are now on their third generation of ownership. I think that’s pretty cool. In fact, the current owner/manager has pictures on the wall of her with her grandfather along with this poem:
Anyway, we started the meal by sharing their “famous” garlic salad. It is a regular salad but the dressing is what makes it. It is made with lots of vinegar and garlic (and I believe the waitress said it had poppyseed in it). Hubby wasn’t a big fan (I admit it DID have a LOT of dressing on it, more than I usually like) but I really liked it. I know that #2 would LOVE it. It’s salty and vinegary (is that a word?) and she loves BOTH.
Then hubby had a brisket sandwich and I had fried chicken (which was scrumptious) and macaroni and cheese and baked beans. The baked beans were good but I must admit I was NOT impressed with the mac and cheese at all(but I took them back to the cabin for Chorizo and he loved them!). I guess once you’ve had hubby’s famous mac and cheese everybody else’s pales in comparison. I think hubby’s came with chips and a pickle which I guess were good because he ate them all! His brisket was really good too! I actually had enough left that I took back to the cabin and that was what I ate later on. Well, I shared it with Chorizo. I think hubby got dessert to go but I declined.
We left there on the hunt for starter logs. We knew we were about halfway between Ellijay and Blue Ridge and really didn’t want to have to go back to either one. It was about 10 miles to either one and dark was fast approaching and we did NOT want to have to navigate that mountain after dark. We went across the road to this little store and deli to see if they had logs and the proprietor was out in the parking lot washing her car. Yeah, that’s how busy THEY were and after conversing with her hubby said he knew EXACTLY why she didn’t have any business. She was rude and hateful (by his words). When he got out of the car her little yip yappy dog fairly attacked him and before he could say or do anything she (the woman, not the dog) growled at hubby “Don’t you hurt my dog!” He told her he had no intention of hurting her dog, he just was looking for starter logs. She barked “You got cash? We don’t take no credit cards!” He turned around and got back in the car without saying another word. He looked at me and said “And THAT’S why all the business is across the street and she’s so busy she’s got time to go out and wash her car!”
We decided to head back toward Blue Ridge in hopes of finding a country store or gas station with a starter log. We found one but they didn’t have any. The guy told hubby that when it had snowed the week before he sold every one he had including the one he kept in the back for personal use. At least he did take the time and effort to go in the back and check which is way more than we can say for the previous lady.
We ended up driving all the way back to Blue Ridge where we found a Home Depot and bought a couple of logs so we’d have one for the next night too. We also got a couple of lighters since we weren’t having much luck trying to get those fireplace matches lit. We also grabbed a couple of sales flyers for the paper in case we needed help in getting the fire started in addition to the starter log.
We got back to crazy Chorizo going nutso in his cage. He’d been in there for several hours so he wasn’t happy at all. Hubby took him out on the leash while he brought in some firewood. When he came back in I thought a bear was after him! He said they had been out by the car port getting the wood when they heard something loud crashing through the woods. I think he and Chorizo raced to see who could get back the fastest. Thank goodness it was just a BIG deer. . . not a BIG BEAR! But we got the fire nice and toasty and spent the evening in front of the roaring fire with a nice glass of wine.
We decided to spend Sunday celebrating our anniversary alone together. WE did not see another single living creature (other than Chorizo) the entire day. We never left the cabin (except to take Chorizo out or to get wood in). We spent the day enjoying each other’s company, watching football on TV and catching up on Mad Men in front of the roaring fire all day.
We had brought steaks with us so hubby made us a wonderful anniversary dinner of steaks, potatoes, salad, bread and mushrooms topped off with a nice pink champagne he had brought with us in some beautiful glasses he had surprised me with. We really could not have asked for a nicer meal anywhere. Thank you hubby for being so good to me.