Just the good ol’ boys
Never meanin’ no harm
Beats all you ever saw
Been in trouble with the law
Since the day they was born
- Waylon Jennings Theme from ‘The Dukes of Hazzard’
Welcome to Smashville, home of the Predators. Go Leafs Go!
Just before leaving for New Zealand in 2016, I went up to Toronto to catch a hockey game with one of my oldest and closest friends, Dan Sheehan (Link: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow). It was after the NHL season was over, so we were watching a World Cup game ... and we really couldn’t afford Maple Leafs tickets anyway. Tickets for major market teams in their home rinks are crazy expensive. When Kari and I have previously seen Montreal play in Raleigh, we ran into the same couple from Montreal more than once. It’s cheaper for them to drive to Raleigh, stay in a hotel, and catch a game there than it is for them to go to a game in Montreal. The sad truth is that I have seen more Maple Leafs games in other rinks than I have at their home rink. The most recent game I attended was also an away game, though for different reasons.
Brooks Hooper and I were in the same General Surgery residency program at Washington Hospital Center, but under completely different circumstances. I scrambled in and I was miserable (Link: Physician, Heal Thyself), while Brooks was a prelim with an escape plan. He was moving on to (mostly) bigger things in Urology (I promise to keep the jokes small, tucked away, relatively clean). We didn’t keep up much after I left for my Emergency Medicine training, but years later he interviewed for a job in Myrtle Beach and we rekindled our friendship. He ended up taking a job in Asheville and moving his young family there. Asheville happens to be one of our favorite destinations away from Myrtle Beach, so Kari and I have caught up with Brooks & Cathy more and more over the last several years. Brooks is also a huge hockey fan. He and I often text/PM each other during the games with our own personal commentary. He’s from Nashville and a Predators fan, and it just so happens that Toronto was playing the Preds in Nashville on a weekend we both had off, so we made plans to meet there for the game. Unfortunately, he got the dates screwed up. I would arrive in Nashville a day before the game and a day before him. Once I knew I would be on my own that first night, I decided to bring my camera and spend that extra day taking photos. With that in mind, I spent a little time scouting photo sites online. I also made a list of burger joints, speakeasies, and other food/drink opportunities to explore. When I was scouting photo locations and food options prior to my trip, burgers kept popping up, so I made it my own mini mission to find the perfect burger in Nashville. As luck would have it, I wouldn’t have to look far to start my journey.
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/8, 58mm, ISO 400 Photo: RGH
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/125, 27mm, ISO 1600 Photo: RGH
Nashville has become a popular destination not just for music fans, but for bachelorette parties, foodies, and others. As such, it was quite difficult to book a hotel room even two months out. I managed to find us a room at the 21c Museum Hotel ... a boutique hotel in the middle of downtown. Yep, it’s spendy, but the location is perfect. The lower level of the hotel is dedicated for art installations, and artwork is spread throughout the rest of the floors. When I was checking in, completely unprompted, the guy at the front desk said, “Be sure to try Gray & Dudley, our restaurant. The burger has won awards.”
Many restaurants claim to have “The Best” or some other award for their burgers, but they can’t all be amazing. Or can they? Let’s face it ... a slab of meat, covered in fresh veggies, stuffed between two pieces of bread is pretty much amazing right out of the gate.
iPhone 7 @ f/1.8, 1/15 , 4mm, ISO 64 Photo: RGH
I ordered my burger, a straight rye, and settled in to wait. The burger came out from the kitchen in reasonable time. The fries were the “skin-on” variety; a particular favorite of mine. On the first bite, they were luke-warm, not very crispy, and way too salty. When dipped in the supplied aioli, however, they were heavenly! The strong garlic flavor of the aioli really cut the sting of the salt. The burger itself was a disappointment. It had so much promise ... just the right amount of the greens, sesame seed bun, a good heft in the hand, and a nice char. Like the fries, it wasn’t very warm, and it was too heavy on the sauces for my palate. I want to taste the burger, not the goo, though I suspect that my Kiwi friends would have been really happy with it (Kiwis love their sauces).
iPhone 7 @ f/1.8, 1/3690, 3.99mm, ISO 20 Photo: RGH
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/10, 105mm, ISO 800 Photo: RGH
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/25, 98mm, ISO 1250 Photo: RGH
Scouting potential photo locations online before coming to Nashville, I found some great views of the skyline shot from east of the city. It turns out they were taken from the top floor of a hospital parking garage. I figured if the light was right, I would be able to get some great shots as the sun set and cast a glow against the buildings. With that in mind, I Uber’d it out to the site shortly after eating my burger. I got up to the top deck and set in to wait ... all the while expecting hospital security to swing by and ask why I was creeping in the parking garage. The wind was blowing and it was getting cold, but it wasn’t getting dark. I pulled out my phone to double check that I had the time for sunset right and that’s when I realized my mistake. I hadn’t set my watch for the new time zone I was in. I was an hour early! I killed some time by walking around the neighborhood. Have you ever noticed that hospitals often aren’t in the best part of town?
Back in the parking garage and trying to stay out of the cold, I finally gave up and ducked into the hospital. I found a bench looking out over the city and waited for the sun to start going down. The window looked straight out and down a major thoroughfare into the city. I shot the second picture of the three above through that window ... and it turned out to be my favorite of the bunch. Sometimes, it’s good to be lucky. I headed back out to the parking garage to capture a few night shots then caught an Uber back into town.
iPhone 7 @ f/1.8, 1/15, 3.99mm, ISO 200 Photo: RGH
iPhone 7 @ f/1.8, 1/4, 3.99mm, ISO 125 Photo: RGH
My next destination was The Pharmacy Burger Parlor & Beer Garden for another one of Nashville’s “Best” burgers. The restaurant is located in East Nashville and was about 2 miles from my hotel, so I decided to walk. It was an easy enough hike over a bridge spanning the Cumberland River and down past Nissan Stadium. Once I got past the stadium, the neighborhood got decidedly more sketchy. Brooks describes it as “bombed out”. Walking in an unfamiliar city, alone, at night, is a good way to get yourself killed. Fortunately, I made no missteps and had no mishaps or malfeasance come my way. After I covered about 2/3 of the distance, I turned into a residential neighborhood lined with well kept homes and had a pleasant walk through the crisp night air to my destination. The reviews forwarn that the place is packed and there is always a line, and this night was no exception. I stepped through the doors into a crowd of waiting people. I was only one, though, and when I asked for a seat at the bar they squeezed me in up against a pillar.
The service was fast and friendly. I had but a few sips of a local IPA before my food was set down in front of me. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t fancy, but it was damned good. The burger patty was a misshapen slab of ground beef (“mince” to you Kiwis), and the first bite was heavenly. Do you remember the 1980’s McDonalds BLT? It came in a special styrofoam container to “keep the hot side hot and the cold side cold”. This one was just like that, but better. The burger itself was properly warm and the veggies, a perfect proportion of lettuce, tomato, pickles, and onion were cold and crispy. This is a plane-jane burger with simple ingredients and no sauces, but it worked.
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/125, 44mm, ISO 1600 Photo: RGH
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/125, 70mm, ISO 1600 Photo: RGH
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/125, 50mm, ISO 1600 Photo: RGH
Given the late hour, and sketchy streets I had to traverse back into the city, I chose to Uber it back. My destination was a hidden speak-easy. Alas, it appears to have shut down, or possibly moved. In any event, the building was boarded up, dark, and foreboding so I decided not to get out of the car and just had the driver take me back to the hotel. With that plan shot, I had little choice but to head out and brave Broadway. Nashville and Austin can fight over the title of “Live Music Capital” but being on Broadway seemed no different to me than being on 6th St. Both are places I need never visit again. Noisy, dirty, smelly and full of drunk young women shouting “Woooo!” and drunk young men trying hard not to look too drunk. I wandered the street, shot some photos, then went off-off-off Broadway to find a place more my style since I had plans for the early morning hours.
Nashville Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/10, 32mm, ISO 1000 Photo: RGH
Concrete buttress, pedestrian bridge Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/15, 55mm, ISO 400 Photo: RGH
Korean War Veterans Blvd bridge Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/15, 120mm, ISO 250 Photo: RGH
Being up before the sun in a city like Nashville is an interesting way to start the day. My hotel was just a few blocks away from Broadway and it’s an empty place at 5 am. The previous night’s detritus litters the street, and the only people awake are the trash collectors and construction crews. My plan was to walk through town to a pedestrian bridge that spans the river and capture some early morning skyline photos from across the water. The bridge offers fantastic views of the river and its banks, but I wanted to get down to the waterfront across from the city. Technically, the park was closed until daylight, but there were no gates, and at that hour, no-one around to stop me. Once again, the morning was cold ... 33F/1C. When I got to Riverfront Park, there was frost on the grass and I could see my breath. This latter fact proved to be a problem, fogging up my viewfinder when I was trying to focus the camera. I ended up shooting “blind” more than once.
The John Seigenthaler Pedestrian Bridge was built in 1909 as a vehicular bridge to connect Sparkman St and Shelby Ave. Originally known as the Sparkman St Bridge, it fell into disrepair and was closed to vehicular traffic in 1998. It was set to be demolished, but was refurbished and re-purposed into one of the longest pedestrian bridges in the world. From the bridge looking SE along the river, the Korean Veterans Blvd bridge was built to handle vehicular traffic after the Sparkman St bridge was closed. In the photo above, the “rainbow” reflected in the building windows is the Korean Veterans Blvd bridge. It’s a reminder to me to be aware of my surroundings ... I did not see this reflection until I was done shooting and was walking back over the bridge to the city. I think it would have been a great shot to get when the skies were a little darker.
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/6, 24mm, ISO 100 Photo: RGH
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/3, 38mm, ISO 400 Photo: RGH
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/2, 38mm, ISO 400 Photo: RGH
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/2, 30mm, ISO 400 Photo: RGH
Early in the morning, if you’re looking for somewhere to eat, follow the construction crews. They know where to get a hearty breakfast on the cheap. I was cutting through a back street to Broadway and my hotel to find breakfast when my way was blocked by a crowd of hard hats and safety vests. Glancing to my left, I saw a packed diner, so changed my plans and stepped inside. I found a seat a little off by myself, placed my order, and buried my head in my notebook to do some writing. Though the food and coffee were nothing special, it was hot and in generous portions, and the service was fast and friendly without being intrusive.
In short order, the diner emptied out and the staff started cleaning up and eating their own breakfast. The banter and shade were being thrown back and forth, and eventually I got dragged into it. One of the workers asked me to take photos of the others “as evidence”. I told them I never heard nothing, never saw nothing, and in fact was never there. This just got the banter up to a fever pitch. They allowed me to take a few pics inside the diner, though not of them. Afterward, one of the staff told me to follow her. We wound our way through a maze of hallways popping through secret doors into an Italian restaurant, a honky-tonk, and a country karaoke bar. The old building was absolutely amazing inside. From the street, you would never know all these businesses occupy the same space. Thanks to everyone at Sun Diner ... you helped to start my day off right.
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/1250, 24mm, ISO 100 Photo: RGH
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/100, 50mm, ISO 100 Photo: RGH
Look closely AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/10, 1/100, 34mm, ISO 100 // @ f/10, 1/100, 105mm, ISO 100 Photos: RGH
Back out into the sunlight, and a steadily warming day, I headed for an area called The Gulch. Gentrified, with spendy condos and fancy restaurants, its seedy side can still be found if you know where to look. One of the other benefits of being up and about early in the morning is that there’s no one around to tell you “No” or to catch you hopping fences ... not that I would ever do that. Besides, if the fences are already down, I didn’t really “hop” any, right? By this time, the day was getting long and I was getting tired. I had a long trek back to the hotel where I hoped to catch a nap before Brooks would arrive at noon(ish). Unfortunately, he was stuck in traffic and bored, so kept calling/texting me. So much for my old-man nap.
Brooks finally made it into town just after lunch time. He hadn’t eaten on the road, so I recruited him for the hamburger odyssey tour. He had wheels, and that allowed us to get a little farther away from the city. We ended up at Rotier’s Restaurant. They are famous for their French Bread Burger, but I was unaware of this. Instead, I ordered a regular burger with all the salads (veggies for you non-Kiwis) and no sauces. Serving burgers with a side of attitude since 1945, this place is a Nashville landmark. The burger was as perfect as would be expected. Nothing fancy, just a damned good burger ... and beer in a can. This latter part would be a theme for the rest of the afternoon drink-up, first at Bourbon St Blues & Boogie Bar in the famous Printer’s Alley, then at Robert’s Western World, an old-school honky-tonk on Broadway where the bartender thanked Brooks for not turning tricks in the restroom to pay for our beer.
iPhone 7 @ f/1.8, 1/12, 3.99mm, ISO 100 // @ f/1.8, 1/15, 3.99mm, ISO 80 Photos: RGH
Brooks finally made it into town just after lunch time. He hadn’t eaten on the road, so I recruited him for the hamburger odyssey tour. He had wheels, and that allowed us to get a little farther away from the city. We ended up at Rotier’s Restaurant. They are famous for their French Bread Burger, but I was unaware of this. Instead, I ordered a regular burger with all the salads (veggies for you non-Kiwis) and no sauces. Serving burgers with a side of attitude since 1945, this place is a Nashville landmark. The burger was as perfect as would be expected. Nothing fancy, just a damned good burger ... and beer in a can. This latter part would be a theme for the rest of the afternoon drink-up, first at Bourbon St Blues & Boogie Bar in the famous Printer’s Alley, then at Robert’s Western World, an old-school honky-tonk on Broadway where the bartender thanked Brooks for not turning tricks in the restroom to pay for our beer.
I ain’t got nothin’ left
But my boots and my guitar
And I’ll sell my boots
Before I sell this guitar
- the only lines we’ve written to our never-to-be-released hit country and western song
The whole purpose of our trip to Nash-Vegas was to watch the Predators take on the Toronto Maple Leafs. The town was full of blue and white and I fell into a familiar accent and rhythm. As the drinking got deeper, my accent got thicker, helped along by some friendly Canadians (redundant, I know) on barstools beside us. Brooks had managed to score us two tickets on the glass, adjacent to the Predators’ bench. The seating arrangement went like this ... Me, Brooks, P.K. Subban ... and it was as glorious as it sounds. First, though, we needed to get to our hotel and change. The tickets came with access to the Lexus Lounge where we would enjoy free food and liquor for two hours before the game and an hour afterward.
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/50, 120mm, ISO 100 Photo: RGH
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/5.6, 1/80, 120mm, ISO 100 Photo: RGH
AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/8, 1/13, 66mm, ISO 100 // @ f/8, 1/13, 92mm, ISO 100 Photos: RGH
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/10, 1/20, 120mm, ISO 100 Photo: RGH
I’m not going to recap the game. I will just say that it was as fast and hard-fought as both Brooks and I hoped it would be. Those guys are big, fast, and just damned good at what they do. Fortunately, the Leafs emerged on the right side of a 5-2 drubbing.
When your team loses, there are consequences ...
iPhone 7 @ f/1.8, 1/4, 3.99mm, ISO 100 Photo: RGH
An amusing end to this tale ...
We’re a little too old to be drinking all day and still be able to hang all night, so we were back in the hotel and asleep some time around 1 am. Brooks forgot to text his wife, Cathy, when we got in and promptly fell asleep. Cathy tried texting him, but he was snoring hard. Worried about him, she checked his find-my-phone function. Well, our hotel was right near the local jail, and Cathy spent the night thinking we were in the lock-up. Brooks dropped me at the airport after breakfast and got on the road to plead his case.
We’re a little too old to be drinking all day and still be able to hang all night, so we were back in the hotel and asleep some time around 1 am. Brooks forgot to text his wife, Cathy, when we got in and promptly fell asleep. Cathy tried texting him, but he was snoring hard. Worried about him, she checked his find-my-phone function. Well, our hotel was right near the local jail, and Cathy spent the night thinking we were in the lock-up. Brooks dropped me at the airport after breakfast and got on the road to plead his case.
Nikon D750 + AF-S 24-120mm f/4G ED VR @ f/8, 1/15, 38mm, ISO 100 Photo: RGH
He’s in the jailhouse now ...
