I'm going to be honest. My favorite part of Tennessee was the food. In particular, the spicy chicken we ordered up from Pepperfire. It was the most deliciously painful eating experience in recent memory. Fiery hot chicken, icy beer and tons of napkins.
The only problem with embarking on this enormous road trip and not being in our early 20s anymore is that oftentimes our days were so packed with travel and sightseeing that by the time we checked into a motel and took a shower, we were too exhausted to explore the nightlife in any proper form. So, no, we didn't see live music in Nashville. I was up in the air about hitting one of the local tourist traps anyway.
Storms rolled in the next morning as we drove toward the neon-laced stretch of downtown. We jumped out of the car once or twice, then headed to the outskirts of town for lunch at Loveless Cafe. Afterward, we pointed our ailing Pontiac toward the bluehills of Kentucky and one state closer to home.
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