Raul and I took a long weekend to Asheville, NC in October. Shame on all of you for keeping this glorious place to yourselves without sharing! It was lovely. We flew in and went straight to the Biltmore. This baby is the largest private home in America and was built by George Vanderbilt during the Gilded Age. I want to be a Vanderbilt circa 1898.
The entrance fee is a bit pricey ($60!) but it’s definitely worth it. You can easily spend hours here, touring the home and sprawling gardens outside.
A free wine tasting at the winery is included with your ticket. I think you know the key words that got my attention there. We drive to the winery (the Biltmore sits on 8,000 acres!) and happily bounce inside and present our tickets at the counter, outstretched hands eagerly awaiting a fresh wine glass. The woman smiles sympathetically and asks us if we have “checked in” with the gentleman across the way. We apologize and mosey over, confident that this added step will add nary a 5 minutes to our adventure.
He smiles and looks at our tickets, and points to a long hallway. We must go down that cavernous tunnel to get stamped and get our glasses. Not a problem. Until we get to the corner and see that the line begins down the OTHER hallway. Hmm. A bit of a pause, but we head that way. We soon realize we have to round the corner because the line is wrapping around the building, up and down some stairs, over a dog, and THEN you get your glass. We give up and head to the premium wine tasting area for $10 for 3 tastings.
My advice? Skip that too. It just didn’t impress. After being in Napa, things rarely do. Sad.
Instead, we close shop and head into town for dinner at Bouchon, which we were very, very excited about…