I guess Nashville is trying to capitalize on America’s fascination with Vegas but this term is everywhere in town. It’s in brochures, on billboards, tourist magazines…even the bellhops and locals are starting to use it.
I don’t really get it on one hand. There’s no audacious hotels, over the top shows, or legalized prostitution. Nashville actually has grass and parks and you don’t feel dirty walking down the street. Plus the food here is better.
Here’s the crew I’m here with. Ken (black guy in foreground) is from Boston, MA. He actually knows the pastor of the church where Kim and Greg go.
This is the deli that the Plunkett’s took me. New York style, meat hanging from the ceiling and a great Monte Cristo sandwich. Micah was quite the flirt. Great kid, lots of laughs.
Lunch yesterday we walked down to this sport’s grill in downtown. This sandwich was on the menu – The Melvin. It is 1/2 pound burger with pulled pork BBQ, covered with cheddar and blue cheese sprinkles, topped with onion rings. There are no words to describe the awesomeness of this sandwich.
Cool old Customs House in downtown Nashville. Huge building that would be awesome for churches or other non-profit entities.
Home of the Titans. There were no VY sightings this week.
I’ll actually blog about my conference later.