Brett Abess
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I’ve been coming to American Flatbread for almost 40 years now, and every time I return, it’s like stepping into a pocket of peaceful magic where the world slows down and everything just… feels right. Nestled in the green heart of Waitsfield, this place is more than a restaurant—it’s a ritual.
The energy here is grounded and glowing, from the giant clay hearth oven that radiates warmth and love, to the open fields where kids run barefoot under the mountain sky. The barn hums with life—laughter, good vibes, and the scent of wood smoke mingling with fresh basil and melting cheese. You can taste the care in every flatbread, each one a canvas of local ingredients from farmers who know the land and love what they grow.
The food? Soulful and straight from the land. The Evolution Salad bowls packed with greens so fresh you’d swear they were picked moments ago. The Revolution and Punctuated Equilibrium are more than menu items—they’re philosophies, slices of something deeper.
Don’t leave without getting the brownie sundae. It’s a masterpiece, topped with hot fudge and scoops of ice cream that swirl together like yin and yang. It’s peace, love, and chocolate.
American Flatbread isn’t just a place to eat—it’s a place to feel grounded, grateful, and full.
And yeah, there’s usually a wait. We get there early, post up by the bonfire, and sip on some of the best local brews Vermont has to offer, under a sky that always seems to be putting on a show. Let the mountain air work its magic.
This place has soul. It feeds more than your stomach—it fills your spirit. After three and a half decades of going, I can say with love and certainty: American Flatbread isn’t just a meal. It’s home.