1001 Beech Mountain Parkway
Banner Elk, NC 28604
Avery County
Phone: (828) 387-2266
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by Scott A. on Experiencing brunch at Lime is a must, at least one time. Even though this is a gay establishment, the crowd is definitely dominated by straight girls who get up extra early to get their look together. The gays are fun but most are dragging from the evening before or take the experience a little more in stride. It is simply a great atmosphere, no matter who you are. I have seen families here, grandparents, and, of course, diva-attitudes. It can get loud. It can get crowded, especially when the second wave of people fill up the front area after 1pm. There is good chance you will not be seated right away even if you have a reservation and if you arrive any time after 11amish you might wait an hour for a table. Don't let any of this detour your. The Lime crowd is unpredictable but the staff is consistently cool. They are eager to help and keep your glass full of bottomless mimosas or bloody mary's. The food is solid and completely necessary considering the amount of alcohol you may consume. Honestly, no one goes to Lime for the food, so if anyone complains they just don't get it. They can be open late on the weekends with events that are usually fun. The back area can open up to a little dance floor. I have stumbled by before and you can find a nice respite away from the packed Castro clubs at Lime. They have a good happy hour, too. Just go!
by Suzette Deschner on Again, we are faced with the age old question: Ambiance or Quality? If an awesome space, vibe and environment is what gets you jazzed then this place will score well. However, if you're looking for consistency and flavorful blow your mind food it likely will leave you disappointed. The space is great. The downstairs bar has an artful feel that has the right level of lighting to make it refined, welcoming and quaint. For dinner you will head upstairs and this too is a great space. They have the capability to accommodate fairly sizable parties (we had around 10+ people). The food is hit or miss. For the most part from talking to my neighbors the big surprise was our need to add salt. Perhaps it was just an off night in the kitchen and consistency wasn't the strong suit. My scallops were delightful and definitely the star winner in my book for the night. The brussel sprouts I ordered were average and again needing more seasoning/salt. I did share the pork skewers with a friend as an app and it too was decent. However, after tasting her main course, the gnocchi, it left one just a wee bit disappointed. Overall, I recommend this place as a sit at the bar and have a glass of wine and share a few appetizer location. I wasn't blown away by the food and know of plenty of other Atlanta restaurants that would be more satisfying when it comes to the main entrees. I want to like them, so hopefully a second visit will show improvement and greater consistency.
by big lug j. on I've been in a sweater vest mood lately. It makes me look like I have good credit and can be trusted. But the real magic of a wool V-neck with no sleeves is that when I sip on whiskey in my shot glass apartment, while eating instant ramen with two different kinds of flavor packets (bitch, I splurge like that!), as I use a hard ass tortilla for a spoon, it doesn't really feel like...the soft plunge into rock bottom. Sweater vests, like butter and recreational drugs, makes everything better. ...and there I was, at the Edison, sweater vested up. I started the night drinking absinthe. By the end of the night I was head butting whiskey and, for some odd reason, couldn't remove my right hand from my special lady friend's ass. When I get my tab I'm momentarily struck dumb. Did they just hand me the bill for a used Volvo? Did I just fucking buy a used Volvo at the bar? Why does this bar, that looks like a steam punk's wet dream, sell vehicles geared towards middle aged white women, and why did I purchase one? A mother fucking Volvo? No, apparently I did not. Apparently, the drinks were just good god damn expensive. Apparently, I still need to catch 8 forms of transportation to get to work. Did your boy sweat? Did this handsome chunk of bar-b-que get nervous when he pulled out his debit card to pay the tab? Did he? Huh, did he? Fuck no. I had my sweater vest on. 5 Stars! P.S. They had very pretty women dressed in fancy flapper era lingerie running around doing circus/clown shit. I thought the place was cool. But I also grew up going to bars where old dudes named "big al" and "lonely alcoholic lady" played keno all night and got fucked up on brandy- and I also thought that was kinda cool then so...
