Currently we travel at 32,000 feet, somewhere between Nashville and Houston. There is a couple seated behind me who either just fell in love, or a constantly sickeningly lovey towards one another. I don't really care about what might be true, but I do know that I hate them. "You send the cutest text messages." "No, you send the cutest text messages." "No, you send the cutest text messages." I'm in no condition to deal with this.
Our host in Nashville is the voice of CMT Radio. She calls 140 different country music stations every morning to read some news stuff, direct from Country Music Television. Emilee Warner. And she is/was wonderful. She took us to a hotel party for the International Bluegrass Music Awards (IBMA) last night. We rapped over banjos and mandolins. It was awesome. There is something very endearing about a community of musicians that don't shoot and stab each other.
Had great BBQ at Jack's on Broadway in Nashville. It ranked second on our Unofficial Survey of the Finest Pulled Pork in the Land, narrowly losing to Philip's in Crenshaw. Some might ask, how do you come to these decisions. Well, I'm glad you asked that.
Philip's offers nothing but food. You give them money, they hand you a sandwich in foil. In my opinion, they bear the brunt of whether or not you like the sandwich, as they have chosen to involve the consumer so minimally in the process. At Jack's, the user must apply his/her own BBQ sauce, after choosing from a variety of sauces. This is the key. I see the self-sauce-service as involving the customer in the process, and thereby relinquishing some of the credit as to the goodness of the sandwich.
A special happy birthday, by the way, to our fearless leader Brett "Capt. Sprinkle-Pants" Farmiloe. He is 23 years young today, and celebrating in Nashville with the puppy, and the voice of CMT. I think it's going to be alright for those two. Some of us will be in Tucson in 3 hours or so.
xoxo
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