It happened a few months after the original Arkansas Pie: A Delicious Slice of the Natural State came out. Grav had come home to Little Rock, come through the door and was already talking before I had a chance to say "hi."
"-do you know, we missed one," he was saying, walking in with a plastic bag of small clamshell styrofoam boxes.
"Missed one what?"
"Pie," he told me, taking out the box. "And a really crazy BLT, too. It's a full pound of bacon."
"We missed a pie?"
"What? Explain yourself."
And he did, by opening one of the other clamshell boxes he'd brought with him. Inside was a pie made of very tightly packed dried fruit.
"This," he told me, "is a Japanese fruit pie."
I looked at it. Unless those were dried plums, I iddn't see the Japanese connection, and if they were dried plums they were prunes and maybe we should reconsider eating too much of that pie....
"It was just so rich and so good," Grav continued, "I needed to save sone to bring back."
By this point I'd already broken off the end and tried it. He was right. It was rich, with notes of plum and orange zest and dried apples and maybe golden raisins, I wasn't certain because that was the point he said
"There was also chocolate truffle pie. That didn't make it home."
Yeah, I was nonplussed. I mean, he did share photos with me of his visit (which you see here). But I wanted more.
In fact, it took until Christmas Eve eve (December 23rd) of 2017 that we finally managed to get over there. The Great Arkansas Pie Hunt had just begun, and there was no way I was leaving Kopper Kettle Smokehouse out of this book.
"That's a lot of pies," I found falling from my lips as I entered.
"That's nothing," one of the ladies bringing pies to the tables replied. "We did over 800 pies the Wednesday before Thanksgiving."
The menu was full of good - listings for burgers and sandwiches and yes, that one pound BLT we were obviously not getting. There were some startling similarities to the Red Rooster Bistro, though Kopper Kettle both pre- and post-dates that establishments, having opened its doors in 1981 in a log cabin that had been relocated to sit by the esteemed Kopper Kettle Candies, which is also operated by the Greer faily. Seriously - check out the postcard here.
We chose our sandwiches and asked about the pie. Sadly, there was no Japanese fruit pie to be had this particular day, nor was chocolate truffle an option, since the last of those pies had been claimed by a phone-in customer. We were limited to egg custard, peanut butter, pecan cream cheese, lemon icebox, buttermilk coconut, sweet potato, German chocolate, pumpkin or pecan. So Grav went ahead and asked to reserve a slice of pecan cream cheese and I chose the German chocolate.
Every time the door opened, another blast of cold air whipped in around my legs. A couple in a booth cattycorner from us chatted back and forth, with the gentleman of the two suggesting repeatedly that we make room for pie. Grav got up a couple of times and took photos and walked around.
As we waited, the register by us became busier, as more individuals came in for their pies. It started off with one or two at a time, but by the arrival of our food there were half a dozen people standing around waiting for pie, being tended to one by one.
What made it stand out more? The bread, pliant, yeasty, slightly sweet, such a nice brown butter-kist crust on the outside and so soft within. You can buy the bread to take home, and that tempted me, too.
His Dagwood came alongside beans he'd ordered, good hearty beans in a small bowl.
That's all to say, Kopper Kettle Smokehouse certainly deserves our return business. I'm eager to try a burger on one of those homemade buns, or a bowl of the vegetable soup. One way or another, I'll certainly make room for pie.
You'll find the Kopper Kettle Smokehouse next door to Kopper Kettle Candies, along US Highway 64 between Alma and Van Buren. Though it sits closer to Alma, it has a Van Buren address. Regardless, for more information, call (479) 474-9949 or check out the Facebook page.
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