Our first supper club of 2015 required no pre-date menu study,
no valet parking
and no reservation.
We didn’t feel obligated to have perfect table posture or pressured to choose the right fork.
The toughest decision we had to make all night was booth—or table.
Chocolatiers on almost every corner, store fronts stacked floor-to-ceiling with beer, the smell of sweet waffles and fries with every choice imaginable of dipping sauce: Belgium was our land of indulgence. Sure there was lots to see, history to learn and culture to take in, but most of our exploration was for the palate.
Our Belgian excursion started in Bruges, a town known as the “Venice of the North.” The canals that weave through the town made for beautiful photos and a lazy boat tour of the town. Cobblestone streets, the click of horse-drawn buggies, swan-covered canals and churning white windmills are proof points that this town, indeed, resembles the pages of a fairytale book, but with more beer.
There’s a first time for everything and lately, Nashville has gained plenty of press. We are ranked as one of the top cities for singles, millennials, business and “to party in America” per Travel + Leisure, Forbes and Men’s Fitness respectively. And when your city is hot, all sorts of interesting events come your way. If you haven’t read the news lately, you may not know that Sports Illustrated is announcing its swimsuit lineup right here in Nashville, February 11-12. That’s right, the launch of the annual Swimsuit issue of SI. Our lovely landlocked town will be infiltrated by models, their entourage, and model stalkers for a two-day party downtown.
So ladies of Sports Illustrated, welcome to Nashville! We hope you find our city and accommodations welcoming. And because you have just been graced with the biggest honor a body can receive, you should indulge in one of Nashville’s greatest legacies: good ole southern food. Allow us to introduce you to five foods you’re sure to love! This town doesn’t mess around when it comes to eating well.
An important part of my weekend routine has revolved around where the Biscuit Love Truck was parked and serving. I had it down: Franklin Farmers Market on Saturdays early or White’s Mercantile on Sundays. And I had to be prompt, because when they run out of menu items on the truck, my craving will have to wait another week. You could call it routine, but the big L-O-V-E was how I feel about that truck. Big Southern tastes to warm the belly and start the day right? Yes, most definitely LOVE. And now the beloved truck is Nashville newest breakfast and lunch spot, Biscuit Love Brunch.