New Restaurant Features Tasty Helpings of Comfort Food

Here in Eastern America’s highest town, our guests like a cozy spot to relax and refuel after a day of outdoor adventure.

We have some of the tastiest restaurants, friendliest pubs and comfiest accommodations anywhere in the High Country, and this bloggin’ squirrel is here to tell ya that Beech Mountain’s newest addition, Beech Mountain Grille, fits right into that cozy, comforting niche.

Beech Mountain Grille is located in the heart of town, just an acorn’s throw across the street from Fred’s General Mercantile in the former location of Vasarely’s. Owners Lance and Misty Hurd purchased the property this past fall and made quick work freshening the space and planning their menu in time for a November opening.

Everybody says Misty’s homemade meatloaf, flecked with red and yellow bell pepper, beats the socks off most meatloaves they’ve tried before. She drew inspiration from her grandmother Josephine for the yummy chicken and dumplings, while the homemade chili is Lance’s handiwork.

On the sides menu, don’t miss the creamy mac-and-cheese and green beans prepared with caramelized onions and bacon. Save room for a mudslide sundae, piece of Oreo pie or pecan pie. I just go nuts for her pecan pie!

The furnishings have been updated, while the restaurant’s signature wood paneling and rock fireplace remain. The circular, living-room-style bar off the side of the dining room naturally collects groups of friends, couples on date nights and locals hanging out after work.

One of the most impressive sights — other than that big bowl of chicken and dumplings and piece of pie a la mode — is the view from Beech Mountain Grille’s front windows. The restaurant looks directly onto the ski slopes at Beech Mountain Resort. Diners watch skiers and snowboarders glide down the mountain, as they reminisce about their day and make plans for tomorrow.

So, I’m here to tell you, give Beech Mountain Grille a try next time you’re in town. And, make sure to tell them Boomer sent ya!


Yours truly,
Boomer the Squirrel