Most folks go to Nashville for the music scene but we were on the prowl for some good eats (you’re surprised?). We received a bounty of suggestions on neighborhoods to stroll for restaurants. Such areas were promised to be teaming with charming boutiques and eateries while veering off the beaten path of tourism. We’d walk and ask, “Are we near the restaurants?” “Sure” they’d say, “just down a block or two.” We’d pace and ask, pace and ask. Turns out Nashville’s take on good restaurants consists of meaty fried foods and BBQ, yet ironically, its citizens are notably fit. Having failed at our first location we scurried along and found ourselves in the midst of the action on Broadway Ave. My dinner that night? Deviled eggs and a salad. Dee-lish. For dessert I got spooned by Elvis. Judging by the look on his face, he had a pretty good time too.
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