Here's the thing: Whenever I come to Nashville, I have only so many days, which means I have only so many meals, which means I cannot waste one on Jeff Foxworthy's idea of Asian fusion. It has to be a carefully choreographed culinary adventure, and it's hard to beat the classics.
Breakfast must involve biscuits or grits. My colleague Arpon Basu and I came here for the season opener and went to a place called Biscuit Love in a neighborhood called The Gulch. The menu included -- read this with a Homer Simpson voice and drooling noise -- "a sampling of regional ham." I had a biscuit with gravy and a hot chicken thigh. It is still a part of me.
After breakfast, the dilemma is barbecue. Not whether to have barbecue, but what barbecue to have. Do I go to Jack's Bar-B-Que? Martin's Bar-B-Que Joint? Peg Leg Porker BBQ? The next place someone recommends? Do I get pulled pork? Beef brisket? Smoked sausage? Of course, the answer is yes.
But after the Nashville Predators and Anaheim Ducks skated to prepare for Game 3 of the Western Conference Final on Tuesday, I had grit instead of grits. I willed my way down Broadway, past Jack's, away from Martin's, until I reached Acme Feed & Seed, a place across from the Cumberland River that describes itself as "an updated take on the classic honkytonk serving eclectic southern fare."
"Do it for her," I thought.
I looked at the menu and mmmarrgh …
Sorry. Drooling again.
Hot chicken sandwich. Pulled pork tacos. Ribs. Beef brisket sandwich. Farm-raised fried catfish.
And, sigh, redneck lo mein.