You can go to one of Nashville’s shiny, fancy new steakhouses filled with shiny, fancy new-moneyed people, or you can drop by Sportsman’s Grille on a Friday night for a delectable prime rib special that will sate your craving for flesh (and won’t fleece you in the process). You won’t find a valet or a 3,000-bottle wine cellar, but the slightly worn dining room will be filled with real people and great food.
