Last Friday night, we cranked up Guy Clark and Tracy Nelson on the car stereo, packed the little Pinks in the back seat, and braved Nolensville Road for a venture into the rapidly developing Lenox Square area. Mrs. Pink had seen a sign for a Godfather's Pizza, a touchstone of our Rutherford County childhoods, which these days amounts to a unicorn sighting. Alas, we pulled in only to discover this Godfather's is part of a gas-station convenience store. It was an offer we could refuse.
But Mrs. Pink's sister, Madame Rouge, said her husband had raved about a pizza place somewhere in Nolensville. He couldn't remember the name but thought it started with an "A." After minutes of fruitless searching, we were about to turn around in metropolitan Nolensville and head back when the kids spotted a sign in a little strip mall on the right: Amico's.
