Well butter my buns and call me a biscuit!
I fell in love with Nashville. I really didn’t think that I would hate it here, but I didn’t think it would be so cool.
The whole packing and moving went pretty smoothly and there really was nothing stressing about the process. I’d move once a year if moving was this easy. We’ll see if I’m still singing the same tune when I have to unpack.
We got out of Maryland around 7:00 on Saturday and I cranked out about 200 miles before I got sleepy. Fiancé napped the whole time so when I was tired, he took over driving. However, it was starting to get late when he started driving and due some events in my past, I get very nervous about driving late. I didn’t sleep that well. So when we made it to the town where we were planning to stop, he was ready to keep going, but I made him stop. I’m such a bother.
We woke up early and drove the last 4 hours to Nashville!!
As we started getting really close to Nashville and we started to pass exit signs for the city, Eric Church started singing about Nashville on my iPod. (No, the whole playlist was not Eric Church…) He has this song that personifies Nashville as the Devil’s wife.
So as we’re passing sign after sign on the highway, Eric in the background whispering “devil, devil, devil, devil, devil.” The outlook for Nashville was not optimistic.
But. between the move and the driving, we were ready for a beer when we got there! So we found Legends Corner Bar on Broadway street – right next to the Grand Ole Opry – and had a beer at 11:00am. Chill, chill! We’re not drunks. It was 11:00 Central Time. We went back an hour, so it was really 12:00 noon.
Even at 11:00am, Broadway was full of open bars with live bands. Both fiancé and I were in love with the town. The band at Legends was very talented and very entertaining. Nashville has this thing where they “Holler ‘fore they swaller.” It’s the Nashville version of a toast. (These might show up at the wedding…)
We tried the local brew – Yazoo Pale Ale, brewed in Nashville. Yum! I recommend it.
We toured the Grand Ole Opry/Ryman Theater after that. It was absolutely amazing. The beautiful pews and wood stage. It was truly magical. I learned that Ryman founded it when he went to heckle a famous preacher, but was converted and built a place for people to gather and hear the “good news” instead. We sat in pews that were around from the 1800s. Wow!
Also, when the restored the Ryman, they scraped 52 gallons of gum off of the bottom of the pews. Gross!
We watched the USA soccer game after that.
Then we tried to get into the Bluebird Café – the one where all of the up-and-coming singers/songwriters play and then became impossible to get into because of the show Nashville. We got there a little late because of the game and then found out that they were only letting in 55 people for the evening show. We didn’t make the cut. But we got a picture in front of it!
So, since we couldn’t get in to the Bluebird, we went back downtown and did some barhopping. More beer and more bands!
There was one more stop that we had to make the next day: Hattie B’s Hot Chicken. I had read about this place in Food Network’s magazine just a couple of weeks prior. Oh my was that chicken worth the wait! It was spicy fried chicken and southern friend greens.
I’ll take the pounds I gained at that place as souvenirs any day or time. I’ve never cleaned chicken bones that well in my life!
I don’t know how to explain the flavor. I can tell you that Food Network gave the recipe and for a dish that serves 4, you’re supposed to cook it in about 1.5 cups of lard. Add a little cayenne pepper and BOOM! you have heaven! You need to stop there if you’re ever in Nashville.
After Hattie B’s we headed down the road to Memphis, Home of the Blues, Birthplace of Rock and Roll…