King Daddy’s Chicken & Waffle in Asheville is a Beautiful Thing

Chicken and waffles is always a good idea. It’s works on many levels. It’s a big breakfast concept for people who had a bender the night before. It’s southern food that harnesses the power of fried food. It’s soul food to satisfy the masses whether you’re at Sylvia’s in Harlem or Roscoe’s in Los Angeles. Then, if you are among the Amish, you can have a gravy-like Chicken and Waffles.

In Asheville, King Daddy’s Chicken & Waffle takes a more retro 60s diner comfort approach with modern ideas of humanely raised chicken, gluten-free options and craft cocktails. If you hate these terms then shut-up, it’s damn good food.

What I liked was that I didn’t have to order a whole damn fried chicken because I didn’t want to send myself to an early grave with the fried food. You see, just getting a waffle and breast was perfect for me. As always, the side healthy beets counteracts any naughtiness of the fried bird and maple syrup.

Located in West Asheville, it’s not too far from the center of the town and the brewery area, it’s a good base to start a night of hoping from brewery to brewery.

Boozy Donuts Are A Dream Come True at Denver’s Habit Doughnut Dispensary

Alcohol-infused doughnuts are not a new creation. Miami’s Salty Donuts has them. I’ve had a few at Blue Star in Portland, OR.

If google you “alcohol-infused doughnuts,” the result that comes up first is Habit Doughnut Dispensary in Denver. Riffing of the marijuana dispensary-theme because its legal in Colorado, this bakery dispenses sugary goodness. It’s perfect after you get the munchies from a pot dispensary.

The booze is optional and comes in two forms, in a little plastic injector that you can infuse into the doughnut yourself like a spike in a vein or as a shot on the side to use as a chaser. When you break it down, there’s no classy way to do it. Both make you look like an alcoholic.

You have your choice of  whiskey, Bailey’s, vodka, rum, gin and whatever they have at hand. I went with the rum with beignet-style donut (The Plain Jane) and a Yuzu-glaze with some crunchy stuff on it.

If eating doughnuts in a health and fitness conscious city like Denver is bad, then add booze on top of pushes it over the edge. I have no regrets.

Feast on BBQ Like the Obamas Did at 12 Bones in Asheville

The barbecue nap is a necessary thing after devouring the best a city or state has to offer. You got your ribs, your brisket, your cornbread, your mac and cheese and a beer. That nap is need to soak in all that heat, flavor and nirvana. Then get you refreshed so that you  A) do it again at night or b) do anything productive.

12 Bones, as well as Buxton Hall, made me realize that I’ve been living in a barbecue lie.  I know nothing of authentic BBQ until you have it at the real place. Located in the River Arts District, it’s a joint that’s only open Monday-Friday at lunch from noon-6pm. It’s often that they run out of certain items because of their massive popularity, so plan accordingly. No need to camp out like Franklin in Austin. I went at 3:30pm on a Wednesday and everything was available.

I went with the Blueberry Chipotle rub for the ribs and that shit was fine like your momma. If you just want try a bit of everything, you can get such small amounts of everything (brisket, ribs, pulled pork) and squirt some sauce on them. They also had brown sugar rubs, poblano and “nekkid” (salt and pepper).

I endorse it, as does No. 44 Barry and Michelle:

The very first thing that Barack and Michelle Obama did on their vacation in Asheville, NC today was hit up 12 Bones Smokehouse, a celebrate local ‘cue joint that the first couple has a special fondness for, having dined there while campaigning back in 2008. For lunch the POTUS and FLOTUS chowed down on BBQ ribs, mac and cheese, corn bread, baked beans and greens, all washed down with sweet tea. The two immediately followed their southern food feast with a rigorous mountain hike in a nearby park. 

Oh, memories.

You can take some sauces and rubs to go home like I did. I got the bacon sugar…. yes, it’s a thing.

The interior is bare and rough. As you will see, there’s graffiti on the walls where you leave your mark or declare your allegiance to a racist demagogue. I wanted to  write one pro-45 writing, “How’s that working out for you, comrade?”