This is an excerpt from an article I wrote for the Catalyst monthly online magazine thingy…
Evidently, this little freestanding building was the place Nashville?s best comfort food called home. Tucked away in a residential area with limited and awkward parking, I decided, after several recommendations from friends, to explore what this cozy little caf? had to offer. I moved to Nashville at the end of June, and finding delectable hole-in-the-wall restaurants is one of our favorite hobbies.
A waitress with frizzy blonde hair appeared. She seemed older than her fifty years, with deep wrinkles and a posture of a woman who has spent most of her life carrying food to hungry customers. Her southern accent was thick as she took our order. When she returned with our rolls and butter, she grinned as she asked us a question that caught us completely off guard.
[read the rest of the article here…i hope you enjoy it!]




