Novel & Cerita Blacksmith Restaurant Jackson Tn

Rebecca Martin, or Bex as we call her, my best friend and daughter to my fathers Beta Josh, and his mate Mary, and I have just finished our graduation party at the pack house and decided we wanted to go to the city, and not just any city, but Nashville Tennessee, home of country music and hot chicken. With permission from our parents and a hotel room for the night Bex and I take off for a night and day of fun and exploration. The sights and sounds of the city have butterflies in my stomach as I try to take it all in and figure out where to go first. Bex of course wants food so our first stop is Hattie B’s Hot Chicken. Situated right there on lower Broadway.

Schneider had to admit that the Italians made better food. She wasn’t a racist, though. There were lots of black people in Smiths Hollow and Mrs. Schneider didn’t have a problem with any of them. They were all good and clean and hardworking—well, except for that Harry Jackson, who could be found in the Arena tavern at all hours of the day and night. Though even that was understandable. He just hadn’t been the same since his wife got cancer and passed on, so one had to make allowances.