Nashville’s Holy Trinity seems to be the man bun, the fuzzy beard and flannel shirt. Any one of those can be subbed out for an ironic pair of glasses. I am not stating this in any sort of critical fashion, it’s merely an observation. Kind of like how no one other than the three of us seemed to walk in surprisingly hilly Nashville. Hmmm. What else, you ask?
Nashville is fun. Seems like people are here to have a good time but not in an obnoxious way. I didn’t notice the same really trashed people as I had seen in New Orleans two years ago. They’re also polite, using their M’ams and Misses liberally.
Food and drinks, excepting breakfast,* were reasonably priced. We ate and drank with gusto – more about that later. The air in Nashville smells like delicious, porky bar-b-q and the downtown area is remarkably clean. There were lots of cargo trains and we heard their whistles constantly. I kind of like that sound.
The city is filled with musicians and people involved with the industry. There’s music everywhere – and, other than at that half-assed Irish pub our first night in town, the music is good. Playlists in every restaurant, store and joint we wandered into were terrific. Not too honky tonk at all – just good. There were lots of earnest people walking around with guitar cases and even the airport bars featured live music.
More details coming soon…
*I almost always find breakfast to be disproportionately expensive. It’s eggs!