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Jimmy Carl's brisket sandwich basket
A former Nashville resident and dear friend of both mine and Jim Ridley's visited recently. We planned a day together seeing old stuff she remembered, and new stuff.
An Arcade trip for Manny's pizza and art galleries promised memories of being 28 again. But grown-up stuff intervened so Jim was, uh, indisposed.
Collective lightbulb over our heads. "Manny's serves pizza. You live in Brooklyn, home to the world's great pizza joints. Let's eat barbecue."
So we set a course correction for Jimmy Carl's, where my friend, a semi-tarian had the thigh plate and I got the beef brisket sandwich. Not to pick a fight, but that brisket is the best thing on the menu, and I'm usually a pork person. The beef is lightly smoke-flavored and tender, and Jimmy Carl's buttery horseradish spread is the fillip that sends it rocketing up the charts.
We ogled Velocity and Terrazzo and marveled at the redevelopment of the Gulch, which she remembered as the scary place where reporters had to park. A good time was had by all, but was there somewhere else we should have gone to see, and taste, the new old Nashville?