I knew Nashville held itself out as the Music City, and the home of country music. I had no idea, however, that it was a place where middle America came to get tanked.
On Broadway, about 8 blocks from our hotel, is a riotous collection of bars, music venues, karaoke joints, t-shirt salons, and cowboy boot emporiums, all lit up like a Christmas tree against the Nashville night sky. Throng of red-faced, boot-wearing folks crowd the sidewalks and jam into the bars, swilling beer and listening to an unknown group — some very good, some not so — do covers of Lynyrd Skynyrd, Jimmy Buffett, and Eric Clapton tunes. On our walk tonight we saw bachelorette parties, rednecks ready to brawl, and families with kids, all ready to take in that Nashville ambiance.
With all the neon and motorcycles and crowds out on the streets, it reminded me somewhat of American Graffiti. To complete the image, we saw a sign warning that there was to be “no cruising” from 9 p.m. to 3 a.m.
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gives off radon and x-rays.
Nice post! I am going to Nashville next week, do you have any recommendations?
We thought City House, Rolf and Daughters, and Silo were all good restaurants, with City House being my favorite. And if you like cocktails, the Patterson House is an absolute must.