Formerly a Piggly Wiggly grocery store, then a church, the 100-year-old building that stands at the corner of Montford and Chestnut avenues is now an Italian restaurant owned by Robert and Melissa Willingham, career restaurateurs from Baltimore who moved to Asheville nearly four years ago.
The day-long free event boasts two stages, along with vendors, dancers, crafts and more. Photo by photobug_fred.
Asheville On Bike’s annual St.Patrick’s Day ride, The Bike of The Irish, drew a record number of participants in all shades of green and any description of bike.
A portion of the crowd that participated in The Bike of The Irish which went through Downtown, Montford, West Asheville, and the River Arts District today.(Photo by Bill Rhodes)
In this edition of the Mountain Xpress’ local news podcast, reporter David Forbes discusses the most recent Asheville City Council meeting, which covered the Occupy Asheville protest, a development in the Montford neighborhood and the rejection of bid by Ponderwell for the Community Media Development Initiative.
In your article about a Montford homeowner under attack by the city for having “too many people” [“Sustainable For Whom,” Nov. 17, Xpress), Assistant Planning Director Shannon Tuch says, “This is all based on life-safety requirements. When you have eight related people living in a house, there's a head of household … who would act […]
One arrest has been made in a home-invasion, armed robbery that occurred at a Montford neighborhood rental property in mid-November.
At its only July meeting tomorrow, Asheville City Council will consider beginning two annexations, an incentive for a Montford development and handicapped onstreet parking in downtown.
By the late ‘80s, Asheville was beginning to realize that it had a potential gold mine in the hundreds of undertaxed properties sitting in the historic district mere blocks from the slowly awakening downtown. All the city had to do was upgrade the neighborhood infrastructure—a legal activity that caused the property owners in Montford almost […]
It wasn’t until the new neighbor showed up on our front porch and announced that he was starting a fledgling bookie operation in the basement of his place across the street that we realized we weren’t in Kansas anymore, Toto. He said he intended to run a quiet operation and hoped we would not be […]
After many years of visiting from New Orleans, we arrived in Asheville in September of 1981, finally ready to make it our home. Once again we were struck by the skeletal remains of a once-vibrant city now barely connected to its illustrious past, except for a mishmash of glorious but unkempt early-20th-century architecture. But even […]