For the past year, I have been commuting to Paducah, Kentucky via Nashville to teach Entertainment Law at the Barkley School of Law. My only experience with the town was the airport. When my wife and I were finally able to get a weekend away from our four little ones, we chose Nashville. With so many attractions and restaurants, we could only choose a handful to dine at. We had heard of the Loveless Cafe, but knew it was off the beaten path of central Nashville tourism. We decided to go for it on our last day. Saving up our appetite, we took the quiet, peaceful and scenic Highway 100 to the cafe. Upon arrival, it soon became evident that we had reached an oasis of country charm and comfort. With a full house, we had to wait for a table. The wait allowed us to peruse the delightful shops and alllow our appetite to brew. The pager-buzzer went off causing my wife to jump mid-sentence in her conversation with the art curator, Ms. Cherry. Quickly excusing ourselves, we scurried to the hostess who, with menus in hand, lead us to our final destination–the red and white checkered table in the back corner. During the walk, I couldn’t help but notice the other guests, happily enjoying their prized menu items.
The food was wonderful and evoked a very comfortable conversation between us–almost as if we were having a quiet homecooked dinner at home, alone. Clearly under the influence of overindulgence, we discussed our trip, what we had seen in Nashville, and wondered how we were going to be able to extricate ourselves from our table, as we clearly should not have asked for a second round of Loveless biscuits. Our intoxication also caused us to ponder one thing–should we move to Nashville? After all we would be closer to the Loveless Cafe.