Belmont began with two sounds. The first was the clamor of bells, ringing out through a hushed quiet. On the grounds of Belmont Abbey, a Benedictine monastery founded in 1876, the bells can still be heard today. The second was the whistle and metal clanking of trains.
They carry freight instead of passengers now, but Belmont’s original name, Garibaldi Station, echoes like a refrain as locomotives rumble past the old depot on Main Street. Over the years, new sounds have joined the chorus: The drone of machinery in the textile mills, and the slamming of screen doors in the mill villages. Peals of laughter in downtown shops, and the babble of fountains at Daniel Stowe Botanical Garden. The rising hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses on restaurant rooftops and back patios. Belmont’s melody may have shifted, but the harmony of the song remains.
A quick drive from downtown leads to Kevin Loftin Riverfront Park, a scenic spot for playing, paddling, fishing, and swinging on the Catawba River. photograph by Tim Robison
Perk up at Caravan Coffee and Dessert Bar, where owners Vince and Brenda Hill serve sweet treats from Brenda’s Cake Gallery next door. photograph by Tim Robison
Then, head to Peace N’ Hominy Q Shack (right) for pulled pork, hush puppies, and onion rings, or belly up to the stylish bar at Nellie’s Southern Kitchen (left) for a glass of wine. photographs by Tim Robison
On Main Street, Belmont Specialty Foods stocks gourmet grocery items made locally and beyond. Eat a freshly made sandwich on the patio, or stock up on snacks. photograph by Tim Robison
Then, head north to Belmont Abbey’s historic campus (right), or south to Stowe Park (left) for a laid back summer stroll. photographs by Tim Robison
In North Carolina, spring brings the scent of fresh-cut grass and memories of helping Dad mow the lawn.
Nostalgic burger joints are like time machines, delivering something extra special that keeps us coming back.
This tiny city block in downtown Greensboro once had a gigantic reputation. Not so much for its charbroiled beef patties — though they, too, were plentiful — but for its colorful characters and their wild shenanigans.
In the 1950s, as Americans hit freshly paved roads in shiny new cars during the postwar boom, a new kind of restaurant took shape: the drive-in. From those first thin patties to the elaborate gourmet hamburgers of today, North Carolina has spent the past 80 years making burger history.
