The Red Stag rises to the demands of the unique, art-loving constituency this mountain town attracts. This is grill tucked in the upscale Grand Bohemian Hotel on the edge of Biltmore Village. The rich oak and fine chairs you might associate with the Biltmore Estate, a nearby tourist mecca, is what you see first -- then the menu and a respectable wine list. We prefer to eat in the bar adjacent to the restaurant because we've come to relax and its comfort and leisurely pace match our mood today (it's a little drizzly). K got a complicated meal, I got a simple burger with their standard truffle oil-drizzled pommes frites. All perfect. The resonance with the old legendary Oak Bar at the Plaza Hotel in New York may not be deliberate, but comes to mind: since the decline of that landmark, the Red Stag now occupies that place in my heart.
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