This past spring break was my LAST one ever, so you would have expected my friends and I to go somewhere more tropical than Nashville. But hear us out: after graduating, law students go on expensive, international bar trips in the summer, so for now we wanted a cool locale that wouldn’t break the bank.
Nashville was appealing for its food and music scene, which is why most of this post is a rundown of everything I ate.
The first place that everyone told us to visit was Hattie B’s for fried chicken. It turns out that everyone in Nashville had the same idea, because we had to go to a second Hattie B’s location since the line at the first one was already 50 people deep.
My favorite fried chicken place up until that point was Cane’s, but Hattie B does a totally different kind of fried chicken: it’s juicier and you get to choose the spice level from 1-5, basically. The combo also comes with two sides and a drink (which is sorely needed, because that chicken is HOT).
I chose a medium spice level but one of our friends was dared to get the level 5. He took one bite of the chicken and immediately got up to refill his coke–which he then drank and refilled again!
After laughing at his plight, we all tried a teeny bit of the chicken. I had to stop eating after that because the spice level is insane. It sneaks up on you until your mouth is in fiery agony. I almost couldn’t taste anything afterwards.
After feasting, we actually took a detour to a friend’s lakehouse where we chilled out by the water (literally, since it was still 55 degrees). The best part was that the lake house was fairly isolated so we could drink and enjoy the outdoor fireplace without worrying about noise levels.
I also got to change from boots into sandals and bare my feet for the first time since last summer. These fringe sandals are $25 and would be great for any tropical trips later this year.
Two friends had brought dogs to visit us at the lakehouse: one was a tiny dog and the other was the biggest husky pup you have ever seen. The funny thing was, the tinier dog was totally dominant: the husky got barked at and chased around every time he stepped over a certain boundary.
The tiny dog turned out to be the biggest nuisance however. He was nowhere to be found when we were ready to leave. We feared he had drowned or run away and we fanned out to search–only to find him 30 minutes later, chilling in the kitchen, acting like he hadn’t heard us calling his name 100 times.
That night, we ate at one of the best BBQ joints I’ve visited (B&C Melrose BBQ). It sits in an unassuming Kroger parking lot, but the meat is so juicy and the prices are very low considering the food and beer you get for your money.
The rich BBQ was a great base for the bars we visited later that night on Broadway, Nashville’s touristy strip. I got a taste of the honky tonk music scene at Layla’s Piano Bar. One friend fell in love with the violin player playing there and stayed out until 4AM trying to court her…
Broadway is filled with restaurants and bars and most of them have live music so you really can’t choose wrong in terms of where to go. It’s definitely different than going to a regular club or bar. The music really wasn’t my jam so I left around 2, although bars stay open until 3-4.
In search of a hangover cure the next morning, we tried brunch at the famous Pancake Pantry but it was too packed. I have heard great things about the Pantry, but I’ll have to wait until next time to try it.
We ended up at Fido, which was a disappointing end to my food journey. The gluten-free french toast above was dry and brittle. My friend’s sandwich was also overcooked and hard to eat.
The one silver lining is that Fido has very creative coffee drinks. I got a peach tea/espresso mix that was superb; the sweet peach cancels out the espresso’s harsh taste completely.
After the gluttonous stop in Nashville, I was ready to eat salads for the rest of the week. I’m still sad that I can’t get Hattie B’s shipped to me, however. That fried chicken has a lasting place on my tongue—and in my heart <3