Bluegrass Kitchen in Charleston, West Virginia
Local beef brisket receives the house cure at Bluegrass Kitchen. A cartoon smoke curlicue wraps itself around the awnings, wafting, wending, wisping it’s way from the local bacon smokehouse. It wouldn’t surprise me if the eggs were walked over by the neighborhood chickens, hand-crafted baskets tucked under their wings.
Take me back to Keeley Steele’s oil cloth, bumpy brick, pressed tin, paint luscious, velvet sauced paradise of textures.