Off The Eaten Path: Local Roots

Off The Eaten Path: Local Roots

“These are beer-battered ramps,” the Local Roots Restaurant server said while placing a platter down on the table. Thinking I didn’t hear her properly, I asked, “They’re what?” Lightly golden brown straws ranging from half an inch to an inch in length sat in front of me. Some were single tubes while others had small branches, looking like miniature barren trees.

Underneath the deep-fried coating I knew something dark green was underneath yet had no idea what it was. For all I knew, it could be deep fried caterpillars.

Beer battered ramps above.

Turns out ramps are wild leeks, popular during spring in Appalachian states, including Roanoke, Virginia, where Local Roots is located. And, they’re mighty tasty, too. Underneath the delicately battered crunch was a light, refreshing onion flavor. They were served with a side of a dipping sauce.

Slice bison tongue with mustard and slaw above.

Located in historic Grandin Village, which dates back to the 1920s, Local Roots sits across the street from the Roanoke Natural Foods Co-op and next to the restored 1932 Grandin Theater. The restaurant practices S.O.L.E.: Sustainable, Organic, Local and Ethical which means on Sunday brunch, lunch and dinner menus change depending upon what’s available from local farms.

Fried catfish sandwich above.

During my April lunch, in addition to the beer-battered ramps I sampled thinly-sliced bison tongue with mustard, a fresh slaw which was savory and a bit tangy, and a fruit and cheese plate with creamy cheeses from area dairies. The main course was a deep-fried catfish sandwich. The fish fillet was mild and rested on a bed of slightly bitter kale slaw, topped with sweet, thin apple slices all nestled in a freshly-baked, toasted and crunchy hoagie roll. Although I could have ordered hand-cut, thick-sliced fries, I munched on the homemade potato chips which typically accompany sandwiches at Local Roots.

My beverage of choice was Foggy Ridge Hard Cider handmade in Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains. It was light, crisp and almost like biting into a bubbly apple. The beverage menu included Virginia beer and wine along with handmade cocktails such as Figgy Maple and Pear Blossom.

My afternoon at Local Roots was more than just a lunch stop to fuel the body. Although forest fairies really didn’t forage for my food, the afternoon was a deliciously flavorful Virginia Blue Ridge adventure served up in one sitting. Yum-ola!



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About the Author
Jennifer H.
Jennifer A. Huber is an award-winning travel and outdoor blogger and writer in Southwest Florida. Originally from Western New York, a hiking trail led her to a career path in the tourism industry including a decade with a park management company in Yellowstone, Death Valley, and Everglades National Parks. She founded the travel blog Solo Travel Girl with the goal of inspiring others to travel alone, not lonely. The unexpected death of her former husband in 2008 reminded her how short life is. His passing was a catalyst for sharing her experiences with the goal of inspiring and empowering others to travel solo. Jennifer is the author of "A to Z of a Solo Travel Girl: Traits of Women Who Travel Alone, Not Lonely" (2020), holds a Travel Marketing Professional certification from the Southeast Tourism Society, is a certified food judge, member of the NASA Social community, and alum of the FBI Citizens Academy. When not traveling, she is either in the kitchen, practicing her photography skills, or road tripping with her dog, Radcliff.