bend and ear and listen to my version / of a really solid Tennessee excursion

Ever since I moved to Atlanta (good God,nine years ago), people have been expressing, or at leastfeigning utter surprise, that I have never been to Chattanooga. " YOU ' VE NEVER BEEN? " everyone always says, aghast, like I ' m some kind of Abnormal, even though, GUESS WHAT, there are lots of places I haven ' t yet been, and Chattanooga hasn ' t really exactly numbered on my " must see before I die " list of travel destinations. But I wasn ' t opposed to the notion of visiting Chattanooga either (truth is I simply knew nothing about it apart from the Glenn Miller song), and so when we had a Labor Day weekend with no plans and neither of us on call, we figured, f. it, let ' s just go.The drive from Atlanta to Chattanooga is just a hair under two hours, and though I usually like to get an earlier start on travel, Cal had a lesson Saturday morning which meant we couldn ' t hit the road until just about 10:30am. So when we arrived to Chattanooga, the first order of business was finding some lunch. We ate at theMaple Street Biscuit Company in the downtown area, conveniently located near the area ' s largest attractions.So the thing about Chattanooga, like many cities of its ilk, is that if you ' re visiting here you should expect to eat alot of Southern food. This place was no exception, and they did it well. Breakfast all day, specialty biscuits, dishes served with a side order of heparin and a statin to garnish. Joe happens to be something of a healthier eater, leading quite ofte...
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