Showing posts from January, 2014

Asheboro's The Table Restaurant

After no sleep on Wednesday, flying from Dallas to Raleigh on my birthday I curled up in my chair with a blanket and passed out and in of consciousness while my family delivered me birthday cake and take-out.  The next day after I recovered, we celebrated and drove down to Asheboro for lunch at The Table Farmhouse Bakery . The Table is completely out of place in Asheboro both in its style and quality of food. It is, however, a most welcomed anomaly in Randolph County's barren gastronomical diversity. The closest thing this place comes to is La Farm in Cary, but to suggest that this is a French cafe, would be a careless character assassination in a city of confederate flags, pimento cheese, and Freedom Fries. In fact, I'm not even sure where their clientele come from. Their customers look nothing like the typical Randolph County demographic with their fancy business attire and BMWs in the parking lot. Two miles down the road at Wal-Mart someone is buying canned ham to fry