Ah, 2009, "when the new Nashville was still a pipe dream." Yep, we were all just a bunch of cousin-marrying bumpkins with a dream to be in GQ back then.
I will not get over hyped about this article. There always has to be some "now" town for the glossies to use as a backdrop for $4000 jackets and $800 jeans. For now, we're it. And that's fun and cool and may draw some tourists. I've been here all but 7 of my 31 years, and I love it. Come hell or high water or GQ photographer, it's my home.
We love this place! It's only a couple miles from our house--a Godsend in franchise-heavy Williamson County. We've eaten here once a week for 4 weeks now. The tacos are a major craving of mine--spicy enough for me, but not so hot my that my two-year-old won't take a bite.
We brought friends last night, and our buddy commented that the owner is so nice, you want to give him all of your dining business.
@TheatreGal Well, it's a conundrum because talking about money even with best friends is uncomfortable sometimes. But also because we'd still like to be included in some aspect of the birthday celebration.
But @MimiOM is right...it's going to be more like $350 with the drinks, and, as much as I would love to do this, I'm not sure I could enjoy it with the price tag looming overhead. Booooo.
I have a dining-related social etiquette conundrum for you guys. How does one politely tell friends (close, best, raising our kids together friends) that the restaurant they've chosen for a birthday dinner (two birthdays on the same day) is way too expensive for us? I would LOVE to eat with my husband and four best friends at The Catbird Seat, but from what I can tell our end of evening tally will be in the neighborhood of $350 - 400 (dinner for two, drinks, and babysitter). Not cool friends.
So glad to hear a good review of this place. We moved in just down the street back in the fall and have been slowly trying out the local spots. We miss living in local restaurant-heavy 12South and really need good dining options in our new 'hood. Bonus: This is next to my dry-cleaner's of choice! We'll meet you there for lunch sometime soon, Nicki!
First, let me say how much I love this thread! So confessional. And kind of heart-warming in an odd way.
For my own part, I was just 20 miles from mom's home cooking and was not too ill-equipped in the kitchen during college. Even so, there was 1) a lot of mooching, 2) some experimental cooking, and 3) some restaurant swindling.
For #1, we had a buddy who worked as a part time youth minister at a church. On Sunday nights after youth group, they always sent him home with leftovers, and 5 or 6 of us circled like buzzards. Usually it was pizza or a random assortment of sub sandwich remnants. Once, though, they did a breakfast for dinner thing, and he came home with a food service tub of cold, cooked bacon. And we ate it. All.
For #2, I can't remember too many examples, but one that seems especially weird now was marinating chicken breasts in store-bought Italian salad dressing. Open ziploc, add chicken, add WHOLE BOTTLE of salad dressing. Bake (is wonky gas oven) until done-ish. Serve with Rice a Roni. (God, there was a lot of Rice a Roni in my life back then.)
For 3#, I worked at the Green Hills Mall during college (at Metropolitan Deluxe, then Bath and Body Works). I didn't make much and hated to spend money on lunch. Back then, there was a Cheeseburger Charley's in the mall. I would order a small fries and then create a massive salad from the condiment bar and top it all with honey mustard. Or maybe there were packets of ranch. Oh, and lots of pickles.
@MimiOM Thank you! Glad to have some validation on that. There are signs everywhere that say Pay Here, but no Order Here... And, yeah, it's the fruit tea and the chicken salad for me. Pretty good stuff. Though both were sullied by zombie-like staff, dirty floors, and stale bread last night.
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