For the first time, I'm going to try writing on a plane.  I'm currently on segment four of six this long weekend, and I hope to finish by the final segment, or before my hotel stock and pen run dry.  Given the situation, I had no time to cook this weekend.  Friday, I had a wonderful farewell meal at The Purple Pig with my brother--and a group of young female attorneys who insisted on bowling after (damn having to wake up at 4:30AM on a Saturday)--before leaving for Asheville.  Still debating whether I prefer the pork fried almonds over the Biltmore or not.

Being the only Platinum member on the current flight, I'm struck by the thought of information withholdment--I haven't shared any of my travel expertise with the peanut gallery.  Due to the nature of this venue, I expect the following to only be used for going to far off dining destinations, or events such as Food and Wine in Aspen, an event I'm still seeking companionship for.

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