We were downtown last weekend for the zombie walk. A brief shower dispersed the zombies while we parked, so when we finally arrived at ground zero, there were just some homeless guys smoking.
We strolled down Broadway instead. You know what Nashville has a lot of? Boots. Four boot stores, maybe more, in a single block of Broadway with a couple more on the way. Something about Nashville inspires the irresistible urge to acquire boots.
We also saw zombie DNA on the sidewalk, and on a lot of windows, so we were getting close. We glimpsed a smoking pack of zombies and then encountered the whole undead crowd, including babies, dogs and someone's developmentally delayed companion, whom I would say that man has found his calling.
And then we saw this restaurant sign. It's a very nice sign, and I'm heavily invested in the connection between sign quality and food quality. A sign with a lot of pride in it is promising. Who goes to the trouble of having a neon sign made nowadays?
Anyone eaten here?