This morning I went to one of my favorite east nashville spots: Sweet 16th Bakery.
They serve Drew’s brews, which is my favorite Nashville roaster and have all kinds of delectables. My absolute favorite is their Breakfast Sandwhich. They take a cheddar cheese scone (a lovely marriage of a scone and southern biscuit) and put a egg/cheese/jalapeno casserole in the middle. Oh my god, I think it’s laced with crack or maybe even something more potent.
That’s stuff is addictive.
Today I went before work and took a magazine. I drank my coffee, ate my sammy and read. When I left, Ellen the proprietess asked me “Did you have a nice little vacation in here today”? I thought about it, about what it means, and smiled.
Yes I did, I replied.
And what a concept, you know? I could have easily drank coffee, read and had a sandwhich at my house. Or at work. Or in the car. But there’s something about going to a place that you’re not in charge of, that you don’t have to clean up, etc, etc.
East Nashville is no Montmarte, no Williamsburg, but I’m thankful I at least have a cafe in which the owners know my name and I theirs and one in which I can go on vacation, even if it is for only 20 minutes.