We were determined to try Hattie B's hot chicken even after a wrong turn took us into the traffic nightmare that is Broadway, Nashville's main drag. Luckily the restaurant was open until midnight; we didn't arrive until after 10 p.m. Never mind that we should have been sleeping for the next day's 738-mile drive to Weatherford, Oklahoma.
Hot chicken! Bacon cheddar grits! Black-eyed pea salad! Pimento mac and cheese! Baked beans! Happy to discover there's a Hattie B's in Austin. We'll be there!
The "forty" reminds me of mine and Donna's trip to pick Micah up from the Savannah College of Art and Design back in 2001, I think. But that's another story. Tennessee whiskey and Coke. Where else but Nashville?
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