We’ll give you a few guesses as to what part of the country the menu at Blue Ridge is sourced from. Give up? Ah, you’re not from around here. Makes sense; you bought the Lonely Planet after all. Well, the food here comes from the Blue Ridge Mountains, which form the western spine of Virginia. This is Americana stuff done up with superb attention to detail, served in a dining room that’s a little too spare to feel as rustic as it wants to be (the waitstaff wear plaid, which comes off as more hipster than the intended country-fried). The mains are lovely, but we especially love the charcuterie and cheese plates, filled with meat and fermented milk sourced from the area.