Nestled comfortably on 8th Avenue beside a tanning salon (the window says it’s a “skin studio,” which sounds kind of gross and awesome) is Eighth and Roast, the coffee company whose name I cannot write correctly on first attempt because “eighth” is a weird word that starts to lose all meaning once you stare at it too long. The shop is airy and open and so cozy. I am squeezing in time for this coffee…
Wednesday night a group of us from work went to the first of two Nashville Nights events hosted by 12th and Broad, a newish group in town seeking to bring together local creative types for events and collaborations that celebrate Nashville. The Nashville Nights event was a two-night celebration of food writing, held at Arnold’s (where I’ve still never been for lunch). We listened to some local writers read excerpts of top-notch food writing while…
Nestled in the repurposed and kiiinda out-of-the-way Marathon Motor Works building is Garage Coffee Company. Their shop is tiny but warm, leathery and garage-y in the best, cleanest way possible (no grease!). I stopped in and asked for recommendations from the two baristas and felt awkward enough that I blurted out that I just wanted a black coffee before they had time to really come up with something good for me. I sugared it up…
I so rarely get out to restaurants in town that don’t rhyme with “Jo’s Codway Frappe*” that when I do, I feel compelled to take a photo of what I ate and tell the internet. You know, like we ancient bloggers used to do all the time! First up, the new Saint Anejo on “M Street,” which is actually on McGavock, isn’t it? (Everything is on McGavock, somehow.) I had the duck confit enchiladas, which…
I have had prouder moments than the time yesterday when I was twenty minutes away from meeting my friend Ashley for dinner, and found myself standing in the kitchen, desperately spooning gobs of peanut butter into my mouth and breaking off pieces of crumbly cheese onto tiny toasts and cramming them in my gullet, suddenly confident in the knowledge that if I had to wait twenty more minutes to eat, I would die, DIE, right…
Courtney was nice enough to invite me to go strawberry picking at Jones Orchard with her and Dustin, Daphne, and her sister Chelsea. The weather was amazing and I didn’t even break a sweat. That’s how I gauge good weather. Sunny? Check. Breezy? Check. Sweaty? Nope. EFFING FABULOUS. We let the munchkin go nuts, picking her own crop and sampling some of the pickins first — to make sure they met her quality standards, of…
I haven’t historically liked beans or tomatoes, and yet this was delicious. Thanks, AY-D! [Project 365]
I usually only need about eight practice pancakes before I can make a decent one. [Project 365]
The boyfriend’s attempt to trick me into eating more avocados. Hint: They’re in the topping. [Project 365]
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