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…
Nashville is lousy with coffee houses and roasters. I have done a truly shameful job of investigating any of them, as I tend to stick to my 7 a.m. Kroger swill at home and the occasional Dunkin’ drive-thru extra large hot with cream and sugar (which I consider a real treat). My routine is busted and sad, it’s true. Nick gave us a bag of Velo-roasted beans from Chattanooga for Christmas. It had been so…
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 would never tell the other seasons, but fall is my favorite, favorite, favorite. The way the air wake up your lungs when you breathe it in deep, the way you can layer your clothes and peek out at the world, the way each day changes the landscape around you and you are all too aware of how finite things are. I’d never been to Radnor Lake until a couple of days ago, when the…
Once upon a time the mall in Antioch was the hip shit. I know because I purchased basically every Christmas present there between 2000 and 2004. At some point after I graduated and moved to Memphis, the mall fell into some hard times and reported gang activity, and it closed down. Which is pretty surprising; it was a bustling area back in the day. The mall is open again, and it’s rebranded as Global Mall…
I have been living here for a year, nearly, and it occurred to me the other day that I still can’t find my way around with any sense of purpose. I have this vague notion of the geography of Nashville, sort of like you see in maps like this, which is even more shameful considering I lived in Murfreesboro for nearly five years and I had plenty of time to learn to comprehend the layout…
I work near the Gulch. And because I have the enduring misfortune of working evenings, I get from my parking lot to the interstate by coming up that street that’s on the side of Whiskey Kitchen. There is a valet stand there. I reckon it takes about 20 steps from the valet stand to the door of the restaurant. Thing is, there are places to park EVERYWHERE around Whiskey Kitchen, many of which would not…
So, when I’m lucky, I get to see cool stuff like this.
I’m glad I like my job. I mean, it’s stressful as shit, but I like it. Moving has been a difficult (and very expensive) transition and if I didn’t like the job, I would feel completely deflated about this whole ordeal. I made the leap thinking I was going to settle back into a comfy old shoe when in fact I got here and found out that someone threw out my old shoes and replaced…
Over the years I have always wondered, when a blogger I followed made a last-minute “I’m leaving the city!” announcement, why he or she waited so long to announce it on the blog, and why there was usually a lack of contemplative “what does it mean for my life that I’m moving?” kinds of posts in the run-up to the departure. And now I know that it’s because when you decide to rip your life…
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