Nas Vegas and Flying Home

If you ever go to Nashville, you must, must, must go to Modell's. They serve breakfast, brunch, dinner and lunch family-style i.e. your part sits at a table of 10, which invariably means you join a table full of randoms and eat whatever they give to you. 

We got there at the end of the brunch service and were ushered to join a small table of seven people. Slowly, people realised that they were sitting at a brunch service rather than a lunch service, so our numbers dwindled down to four. This meant that the four of us had to eat the following (which would have fed 15 people, I think):

- fried chicken

- southern biscuits (UK scones)

- cinnamon rolls

- creamed corn

- scrambled eggs

- country style ham

- sausage patties

- bacon

- cheese grits

- fried potatoes

- gravy

- stewed apples

- pancakes

We hardly made a dent, but I am proud to say I had four pieces of fried chicken, which is why after two weeks away, I have put on four pounds. 

The rest of the day was spent at Belle Meade Plantation House, at the Union Hotel (stealing their wi-fi), a former train station, eating at Moto, one of the Mstreet restaurants in the Gulch, and drinking at a honky tonk bar. A fine end to a fine stay in a fine city. 

This morning, the captain of our plane had announced that we were two minutes ahead of schedule and first in line for the queue when there was another announcement to say one of the cables on the doors had broken. We sat there for an hour whilst they decided whether it needed to be fixed and whether we would be turfed off the plane. I had another little cry, as again I was worried I wouldn't be able to make it home before miscarrying. 

Fortunately, we were home in time and we had our last confirmation ultrasound. No changes with the foetus so I await surgery tomorrow morning...