By the time Rach awoke Sunday morning, Bing was already busy at work on the laptop...buying the camera from last evening's Best Buy adventure. Circuit City accepts on-line orders in-store, so we were able to pick up the camera at a nearby C.C. before leaving town...if only it was that simple...the first camera we picked up had obviously been dropped and it was the last one in stock, so we were off to a nearby C.C. in "Hamburg" (which is not a town recognized by Garmin...sad). On the road to "Hamburg" however was an exciting site...FAZOLI'S!!! Well, of course we stopped, it was barely 11, but they were open and ready for our business. It. Was. Amazing. Why are there no Fazoli's in Northern Virginia?
After we picked up a new camera, it was off to Nashville. Upon our arrival, we checked into our sketchy hotel by Opryland only to find that the Internet in our room did not work...this is quite a predicament for the BBQ Tour, since the Internet is crucial for our researching...the hotel lobby had working Wi-Fi so we were all set to wander around Broadway for some exercise and to check out a couple of the BBQ joints that were closed Sundays but were on the list for Monday. We were happy to see that lots of the bars/restaurants are now smoke-free. We had been told to check out the Wildhorse Saloon where live music would be starting at 8 and "award winning BBQ" could be found. Sounded like a good plan to us, so that's where we were headed...not really knowing what to do with ourselves until then...we ended up re-grouping and getting an appetizer at Hard Rock (consequently the only Hard Rock Rach has ever been to, and now she's been there twice).
On to the Wildhorse. We were amused by the decor (lots of posed horses to take pictures) and we got there in time to hear the sound-check for the band that would be performing later that evening. Then it was time for dinner. "Award-winning BBQ" was quite disappointing, apparently they never mentioned what "award" they won. Bing ordered ribs. The worst ribs Bing ever ate. While the presentation was excellent, the tough outer layer peeled away to reveal nothing but fat underneath. The ribs just fell apart into a pile of mush. A very disappointing experience, especially since their bottled molasses BBQ sauce was so good.
On the plus side, our waiter at the Hard Rock Cafe highly recommended a lesser known BBQ joint about 30 miles outside of Nashville, called Carl's Perfect Pig, that seems very promising. We have revised our Nashville itinerary; Carl apparently raises his own hogs.
