Used to be a favorite haunt of mine in Asheville. I think Mark Pruett (banjo picker who once played with James Monroe) owned it for a while and called it "Smokey Mountain Barbecue" or something like that - he was 1/2 owner when it was Bill Stanley's.

Having been a huge bluegrass fan in my youth, that was a great place for good food, suds and exceptional bluegrass music. Even had the Stoney Mountain Cloggers come and instruct, no less, on Saturdays at that place back in the 80's.

It's in the bottom of the old courthouse if it's still there. Of course, there was Jerrod's as well (a good jazz joint I think is also gone now. Got a reputation as a gay haunt and that about killed it - plenty of homophobes in the south).

Dad's place is in Old Fort, across from Moffitt Hill, about 20 miles east of Asheville. Still got quite a few family members all around the mountains in those parts. I always loved Asheville. Of course, once that damned I-240 blasted through the mountains it lost some of the charm it had when the only way in was Tunnel Road.