Like just about every post that I write about our travels…
Zen-Den was in [fill in the blank] for work and I decided to join him.
In this case he was in Nashville, TN, aka Music City USA. So I flew down there for a goof-off weekend in a city that is cheerful and easy to navigate.
Nashville is fun, y’all. Here are the highlights of our Weekend.
:: We went to the Parthenon.
Built for Tennessee’s 1897 Centennial Exposition, this building has INCREDIBLE detail, a small art museum in the basement featuring regional American landscape art, and is located in a large, somewhat uncared for, city park.
I learned how little I know about Greek mythology while here, y’all.
:: We went to a fancy part of town called Green Hills.
There we wandered around a mall, and adjacent lifestyle center, that had many of the same stores that we have here, BUT they were twice as large with FRIENDLY sales help. As much as I don’t usually enjoy shopping, this I liked.
I bought a Coach purse, y’all.
:: We went to the Country Music Hall of Fame.
This museum was amazing. FASCINATING. Curated to tell, entertain and engage everyone with music, videos, instruments, album covers, photographs, costumes, interactive displays and tasteful decor, we enjoyed this museum more than we thought that we would.
I saw Elvis’s gold Cadillac, y’all.
:: We ate at Ted’s Montana Grill.
This is a chain restaurant, owned by Ted Turner, that features beef and buffalo, along with salads and fish and milkshakes. The restaurant was beautifully decorated in a 1970s steak-house style with lots of dark wood and shiny brass. The food was DELICIOUS and the service was attentive.
I ate a bison burger– and I washed my hands with Boraxo powdered soap, y’all.
:: And finally, the answer to the question that everyone asks when you go to Nashville: Yes, we went to the Grand Ole Opry.
It was GREAT. We saw lots of older performers who we’d never heard of [Connie Smith?], but eventually, as the evening progressed, we saw performers who we knew, like Vince Gill and Pure Prairie League. Then, in true Opry fashion, two superstars stopped by the Opry on a whim– and the crowd went crazy.
I saw Tricia Yearwood AND her husband, Garth Brooks, perform together, y’all.