I was put up in the ALoft in Franklin, Tennesee.
Really nice place. The guest profile did not match the demographic that they were trying to cater to. The place just seems appropriate for some fist pumping doucheness but it was full of middle aged men who think Ed Hardy is one-third of a crime fighting sibling unit.
My room. I question the interior designer who thought cowhide would be a cool headboard.
I chatted up the person at the rental car counter and got her recommendation as to where to get some good ole Tennessee BBQ.
Her recommendation was Bar-B-Cutie. Go to the link and click "Locations". Notice anything strange? Seemingly normal geographic distribution of restaurants. Smyrna, Tennesee. Actworth, Georgia. Allen, Texas.Valencia, Spain. Uh....what? How do you go from the mid-Atlantic and South to Spain? There's 2 locations! I swear the owner's kid must have studied abroad in Valencia for a semester and the owner decided, hell let's find a franchisee there.
The food was good. I managed to get over the Spain thing and enjoy my copious amounts of meat. It's all meat. I swear the potatoes and beans were made from some meat by-product.
Manners and decency go out the door when you're eating BBQ. Hands and large paper towels. That's all you really need.
After my interviews I had some time before my flight so I decided to check out Music City aka Nashville.
Large selection of cowboy boots. Perfect for some honky tonk line dancing. Yee-haw!
Plenty of record shops and music bars to delight any country music fan. All 10 of them.
Another place I was recommended was Jack's BBQ.
Large selection of cowboy boots. Perfect for some honky tonk line dancing. Yee-haw!
Plenty of record shops and music bars to delight any country music fan. All 10 of them.
Another place I was recommended was Jack's BBQ.
The man at the counter was gruff to say the least. Whatever happened to Southern hospitality? It's funny because it's one of the complaints on Yelp.
The menu. A minimalist BBQ menu. I love BBQ joints' definition of vegetable sides.
From Jack's menu:
Potato Chips
Cole Slaw
Baked Beans
Potato Salad
Vegetable and Salad Du Jour
Mac & Cheese, Corn
Green Beans, Apples.
Growing up I would've never had a problem eating my vegetables if those were considered vegetables. I'd also be disgustingly obese but that's another matter.
I got the Texas Beef Brisket sandwich with green beans and mac and corn. The brisket was amazing. So soft and tender. Everything else was just okay. The corn looked like someone ate corn and then threw it up.
Me living in Tennesee. When pigs fly! Damn.
The eclectic interior decor of Jack's. It's doing that inside/outside thing that has become a staple in so many kitschy restaurants.
On my flight over I was reading the American Airlines magazine and it did this profile of a cool print shop called Hatch Show Print. Started in 1875, the company has been making posters for movies, circuses and most notably, concerts.
Everything is hand-pressed and rolled off these gigantic wooden printing presses.
Some of the posters on the wall.
A Hatch Show poster. This style has become iconic and can also be pointed to as the basis for the Obama poster.
Hope is not what I have for this couple's fashion sense.
Where Vince Young pouts and tries to live up his hype and expectations. About as successful as Kim Kardashian's music career or the Nintendo Virtual Boy.
The Nashville skyline. It's kinda skyline-y. It has tall buildings here and there. Sort of.
So this recruiting trip actually took place during my spring break in LA. On the way back from LA to Detroit I made the disastrous decision to fly with Spirit Airlines. I will never ever fly them again. Spirit was exactly the opposite of what I had when flying on on their planes. I wanted to shoot myself. I will go over my list of complaints.
1) No airport kiosks. You had to actually wait in line, see an attendant, get your passes and check your bags. Who does that? A company that gives you an option to print out your boarding pass online if you pay an annual fee to become a Spirit member. I'd rather donate money to Osama Bin Laden's campaign to wipe America off the planet.
2) Their "terminal" at LAX.
It's depressing. It's small.
And the absolute kicker.
What the fuck is this? I'm 5'7. My knees should not be touching the back of the seat in front of me. I couldn't even open my laptop because the tray wouldn't flatten because my legs were in the way. I'm short and this was bothering me. What happens if you're medium hit and medium build? Do you just squeeze yourself into the seat and pray deep vein thrombosis doesn't kill you before you land? God, I hate this airline. I honestly hope it declares bankruptcy and the people who run this shit airline are forced to sit in their planes and fly back and forth from LA to Sydney.
Okay I think I feel a bit better now. Yeah so that was my Tennessee trip. This week I'm off to Chicago for my last interviews and then it's B-A-R-C-E-L-O-N-A for graduation.
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