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Editor’s Note: This story was originally published in 2018. Josh Donovan now is chef de cuisine at Heirloom in Fort Worth, Texas. Let’s talk cozy. Because, sure, you can choose

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Editor’s Note: This story was originally published in 2018. Josh Donovan now is chef de cuisine at Heirloom in Fort Worth, Texas. Let’s talk cozy. Because, sure, you can choose

Ashten’s Restaurant & Bar in Southern Pines

Editor’s Note: This story was originally published in 2018. Josh Donovan now is chef de cuisine at Heirloom in Fort Worth, Texas.

Let’s talk cozy.

Because, sure, you can choose to dine in the front room at Ashten’s, where a huge, gilt-framed mirror reflects the muted, diamond-patterned walls and high, pressed-tin ceiling. Or you can pass the kitchen door, catch a glimpse of busy cooks and waiters, and head downstairs beneath a glittering chandelier.

But when there’s a chill in the air on sidewalks in Southern Pines, who wouldn’t head to Ashten’s Bar, a long galley with dark red walls, velvet-covered chairs with squishy pillows, dramatic pheasant feathers in vases, and low tables and trunks, all of it perfectly and dimly lit by candles and lamps with fabric or etched-glass shades, the better to make you look better? Whatever they’re eating downstairs — where there’s The Fox’s Den for a private dinner for eight or The Library for an event up to 32 — you can eat in the bar as well, at a table for two, or with your legs curled beneath you on a tufted, semicircular sofa for six. Framed paintings of hounds and horses are clustered above you, and stuffed foxes wearing hunting attire are perched on the fireplace mantel. It’s all too divine: some combination of salon, library, hunt club, and, well, proper pub, that manages to be comfortable, charming, and utterly … cozy.

What the locals know: With its cozy atmosphere, Ashten’s bar is the place to be. photograph by Faith Teasley

Now let’s talk cocktails. Because Ashten’s has not one, not two, but three beverage menus — one each for beers, wines, and specialty cocktails. The best bars have signature drinks with names that amuse the peruser, and Ashten’s doesn’t fail, with its Speak of the Devil (including Kill Devil Pecan Rum). “Spirits” get their own provenance, from Greensboro and Statesville (Tiny Cat Vodka and Southern Star Paragon Bourbon), to Durham and Charlotte (Conniption Navy Strength Gin and Seven Jars Preamble Rye Whiskey). This is Ashten’s, after all, where North Carolina ingredients take center stage.

Fun cocktails are the perfect addition to an evening out. photograph by Faith Teasley

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For more than 20 years now, before “local” gained a name, much less a movement, Ashten’s has been sourcing its menu ingredients from area farms. When Southern Pines natives Ashley Van Camp and her sister Quinten — hence the name — opened their restaurant in 1997, their goal was the best-tasting of whatever they served, from as nearby as they could get it. The pair got in the car, drove around, and quite literally asked people with farms, “What do you grow?” The sisters pulled out price lists from “the big guys” and explained that while they couldn’t pay double, they would pay more because, as Ashley puts it, “A, yours are better, and B, yours are going to last longer.”

Those same farmers, including Macc’s Family Farm in Carthage; Brown Creek Creamery in Wadesboro; and Conscious Cultivators in Southern Pines, are still delivering cheeses, honeys, meats, fruits, vegetables, and lettuces to Ashten’s. Rather than a “Hall of Fame,” a blackboard “Hall of Farms” lists the provision providers, and when a waiter describes the specials, he’ll also tell you the venue of the vegetables, so to speak. Knowing that the wheat berries in the puree beneath your barrel fish hail from South Carolina’s Anson Mills, or that the kale beside your sumac-dusted fingerling potatoes grew at Carthage’s Priest Farm, makes an entrée special as well as delicious. Even chefs de cuisine Matt Hannon and Josh Donovan get in on the action. Matt is a forager, and the chanterelle mushrooms that he and his children gathered in late summer were folded and molded into butter logs to melt atop your Hilltop Angus steak.

“Our menu really depends on what comes up the back steps” of this 1898 building, Ashley says. Quinten has since moved to Australia, but Ashten’s remains dedicated to Southern-inspired dishes based on the Italian word scorpacciata, which translates to “big feed” but more broadly means a commitment to eating large quantities of what’s in season before it disappears. “Specials aren’t sustainable,” Ashley says, so in the spring, asparagus is served in everything from soup to strudel and then vanishes from the menu, which changes frequently and states outright that offerings vary “according to the weather and the whims of the farmers and the cooks.”

Thankfully, though, North Carolina’s own Cheerwine knows no season, so the soda is a staple at Ashten’s. It pops up in inventions like Cheerwine beurre blanc, which has the texture of syrup and the hue of Texas Pete. You can drizzle it over your fish or duck, or on Clara Mae’s biscuits, which come with every meal. Clara Mae was Ashley’s grandmother, who probably never envisioned her biscuits — two-bite, crumbly delicacies — being accompanied by a mixture of raw molasses, butter, and lava salt.

Artichoke pops. Reuben egg rolls. Portobello fries. Inventive but not peculiar, unexpected yet logical, Ashten’s is thoroughly Southern and wholly local. Settle in on a sofa, let the low burble of voices from the bar drift past, and while away a wintry dusk.

Ashten’s Restaurant & Bar
140 East New Hampshire Avenue
Southern Pines, NC 28387
(910) 246-3510

This story was published on Nov 27, 2018

Susan Stafford Kelly

Susan Stafford Kelly was raised in Rutherfordton. She attended UNC-Chapel Hill and earned a Master of Fine Arts from Warren Wilson College. She is the author of Carolina Classics, a collection of essays that have appeared in Our State, and five novels: How Close We Come, Even Now, The Last of Something, Now You Know, and By Accident. Susan has three grown children and lives in Greensboro with her husband, Sterling.