Nashville's a great city, Jim picked up the name NashVegas when he was helping open a restaurant in the late 1980's - The Merchant's, located near the original Grand Ol' Opera. I've forgotten much about that time, except for the part where a major portion of our honeymoon was spent problem-solving cross country, oh and the part where he said he'd never do a 3-story restaurant in a 100 year old building again. A few years ago we stopped in for lunch with the kids, the menu still had 5 Pepper Chicken, and it was exciting to see Dad's picture on the wall (even if it was on the way to the bathroom). If you've never been to Nashville, it's a city with deep southern roots, music everywhere and a little laissez les bons temps rouler added in.This year we pulled in late, grateful to see that the Holiday Inn had a lounge and live music, like a semi-pro mike-night for those looking for their big break. But before Daddy and I could settle down with a glass of wine, we needed to feed the teenagers. Inquiring at the desk, they sent us to a pizza place across from Vanderbilt University, the Mellow Mushroom. Oh. My. God. I love cheese on my pizza, but this could have choked a horse. Their salads were huge, the hummus was some of the best I've ever had. With full tummies we stayed in the room, watching Night 2 of the Olympics.
The next morning, we were up and ready for the final leg to Dallas. But we came to Nashville for the purpose of checking out Vanderbilt U for the (too) soon to be graduate. We drove around for an hour and He Loved It Most of all schools on his list. Sister thought the Parthenon replica was kind of cool.
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