ed's house

I left New York last Friday wearing a winter coat and stepped out in 88 degree temps for a weekend in Nashville of sun and fun. Our plans included a stop at the famous or infamous Bluebird Cafe, home to down home country music, with a quick dinner before so that we could get there for a place to sit by 6:00 pm. No way that happened and so I hope the third time is the charm because certainly if that doesn't work I ain't going there for a 4th time. We grabbed the aforementioned quick supper at California Pizza which is a chain I've never been to in New York but have now eaten at several times in Nashville because they actually have good salads and the children -- they are all around you --are well behaved. We went on a hike Saturday morning and then shopping at the Mall of course for an anniversary prsent for me. I was just reading a piece in the WSj about a new emphasis on service at Macy's where we went. And I thought it was just part of the Nashville zeigeist but the sales person that I button holed was charming, competent and patient as we waltzed around the floor with a specific quest to find a tailored blazer for me. Of course we didn't find it but instead found a tailored jacket that was green. All beautiful but it had to do with spending some time with Julia, our sales person.

We also hiked on Sunday and I discovered what I think is a really pretty part of Nashville, some kind of private park with rolling hills, great trees, swooping hawks and horses. Then we had dinner with Ed on Saturday at FScott's which is supposed to be terrific restaurant in nashville and actually lived up to it's billing. But who you ask is Ed? Even Arnie will be asking that. Ed was our waiter and he was sensational and left us to have dinner at our own pace and then made sure that we got a good table so we could listen to Jazz.

Thank you Ed. thank you Julia