Update: just found this post from Grass Fed Girl all about awesome Nashville food spots!
I got to hang out in Nashville for a few days recently, which was the best thing that ever happened to me for several reasons:
- Everyone is so ridiculously nice, I almost think they may also be picking my pocket.
- I got to listen to great music.
- I got to eat at Silo. Twice.
- I learned that Jack & Ginger are not famous people. But they do make me feel like happy times. Until the next morning, when I feel like crappy times.
- I spent the weekend with my sweetie who I hadn’t seen in precisely forever-and-a-day.
Maybe I’ve been “back east” for far too long, where we all
tolerate love each other but we definitely don’t have time to ask – or discuss – things like how y’all doin’ today or where y’all from or well let me stop my entire day to give you a list of why I think you’re special.
It’s a different pace is all I’m sayin’ – and really lovely. I felt like I bonded with every single person I met – everyone from business contacts to restaurant servers. (One of whom had just finished a 21-Day Sugar Detox. Random!)
So here’s some of what I ate at Silo (since the photo has been lost in the internet/blog-migrating abyss):
Charcuterie plate: Pig heart, chicken liver soufflé, and something crab-cake-shaped with pork and pork fat. Add bonus deviled eggs, 3 ways. And then I was happy.
Of course we also went to the Grand Ole Opry. I brought PaleoKits, which didn’t help the Kettle Corn seem less tempting. What DID help me lose my appetite was the constant stream of commercials for Depends and low-testosterone testing after, before, and during every half-song. Brought to you by Dollar General. #GrandOleDisappointment
Fortunately, even commercials for adult diapers seem like music when I’m sitting next to my honey pie face.
We also went – or, attempted to go – to the Bluebird Café, which some folks may recognize from the show Nashville. (Edit: *I* first heard about the Bluebird from Nashville. But it’s been around – and awesome – for much longer than Hayden Pan-a-the-kid-from-Remember-The-Titans has been on TV.)
Apparently other people have heard about the
show place too, so we weren’t able to get in. But we did take a picture to prove we were in the parking lot.
And you know I’m not making it up or stealing this pic from the interwebs, because my PaleoKit is in it. (This PaleoKit is basically my Flat Stanley.) We rocked out to the music at 3rd & Lindsley instead.
My favorite part of any trip is finding a great place to eat breakfast. We enjoyed omelettes, hash, and hand-cuddles (in that order) at West End. Yes, that is cheese in my Omelette. It melds perfectly with the cheese in my hand-holding heart <3