Being in the state capital and all, and despite the let downs of Montgomery, we headed to the state capital building (pretty impressive) but only after a detour to the Parthenon. That's right. Apparently locals are very proud of their local, scale, replica of Athen's Parthenon. I would have thought, having gone to all that effort, you could match the colour of the stone, but apparently not.
We then toured the historical factoid wall where we found these little gems:
and particularly relevant:
But let's be honest, it's really all about the frozen drinks.
And the music.
If only there was a way to combine these two wonderful things (more on Beale Street later). So we spent the afternoon lounging in the sun and soaking up the music......... just divine.
Before the mandatory, and surprisingly veg friendly, east Nashville fried chicken pitstop for dinner we managed to run into Billy Joe again, this time at Layla's. It was all we could do to drag ourselves away. Especially when fellow audience members provided their own entertainment (this guy is a self-admitted Quebecois):
Fried chicken is something Nashvillians can get worked up about like Texans and bbq - it even made an appearance in our Cat Bird Seat fine dining experience. So when we were having the (also mandatory) meat and three veg dining experience at Arnold's (it cannot be lieft unsiad that the banana pie here was amazing, although admittedly also the only banana pie I've ever had so can't compare it against anything) we did some research among our fellow patrons and decided Pepper Fire was the place to hit (ask us offline about the advice we received entirely unsolicited from our crazy Kentuckian cab driver, it's NSFF or indeed, NSFTI (not safe for the internet)). If you've clicked on the link you'll see that the serving counter at Pepper Fire is somewhat reminiscent of a jail cell and let's just say the tables stood in for petrol bowsers in the "dining area".
But by god was that chicken (and, in the case of our intrepid fellow travellers, fried cheese) good. I may have started to google house prices in east Nashville at this point....
And then on to some more amazing music, this time grass of the blue variety: check them out here (listen to "It's hard to stumble"). A little bit gospel-ly, but good so good.
Let's just say we were sad to say good bye....
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| Nashville, USA, 2012 |
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| Athens, Greece, 2008 |
We then toured the historical factoid wall where we found these little gems:
and particularly relevant:
But let's be honest, it's really all about the frozen drinks.
If only there was a way to combine these two wonderful things (more on Beale Street later). So we spent the afternoon lounging in the sun and soaking up the music......... just divine.
Before the mandatory, and surprisingly veg friendly, east Nashville fried chicken pitstop for dinner we managed to run into Billy Joe again, this time at Layla's. It was all we could do to drag ourselves away. Especially when fellow audience members provided their own entertainment (this guy is a self-admitted Quebecois):
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| Alors! c'est un garcon vache!! |
But by god was that chicken (and, in the case of our intrepid fellow travellers, fried cheese) good. I may have started to google house prices in east Nashville at this point....
And then on to some more amazing music, this time grass of the blue variety: check them out here (listen to "It's hard to stumble"). A little bit gospel-ly, but good so good.
Let's just say we were sad to say good bye....
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