There’s a moment when you bite into perfect chicken and waffles that time stands still – a culinary eclipse where sweet meets savory in a harmonious dance that makes you question why you’d ever eat anything else.
That moment happens with alarming regularity at Tupelo Honey in Asheville, North Carolina.
I’ve eaten chicken and waffles in twenty-seven states (not a job requirement, just a happy accident of my travels), and I’m here to tell you that what’s happening in this Asheville gem is nothing short of a Southern food revelation.
The brick exterior of Tupelo Honey might not scream “life-changing meal ahead,” but that’s part of its charm – it’s the culinary equivalent of a poker player with four aces maintaining a perfect poker face…