We’ve begun calling it Noshville rather than Nashville, because it seems our favorite activity is noshing down all kinds of food – low country, high brow, and everywhere in between. This weekend we participated in another marathon – this time involving the taste buds.
Above you can see Mr. Hamburger Head. That’s my son, William, with a hamburger that defied imagination.
The next stop was Bound’ry, which has become our favorite because of the atmosphere and broad menu allowing for my childlike tastes and my boys’ more sophisticated palates.
We tried a new restaurant called Sambuca which was my all time favorite. Check out the fried cheesecake below right.
At the end of the day we headed for the Ryman Theatre to attend the Garrison Keillor show. William led me on a hike down the railroad tracks which he said was a shortcut from the restaurant to the Ryman.
Well almost. At the end of the line, the gate was locked and we had to pick our way back trying to beat the train. I looked like a country bumpkin in search of a place to take a nap. William was unflappable in his suit, while I had mud on my face, a big disgrace. Somebody better put me back in my place.
Keillor was great and I’ve got a crush on a man who admits he has a face made for radio. He may not be terribly attractive, but he has that something that appealed to me. Oh, and that voice.
Since we’ve spent the last two weekends in Nashville and I want to go back for a concert in May, I should probably look for an apartment in the city.