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Every Nashvillian has to try PP at least once, preferrably while slightly hungover, and of course when it's nice weather outside since you will be waiting in line. They give you free coffee while you wait and the line moves quickly so just git-er-done! That being said - I haven't been in years because I'm impatient, hate waiting in lines, and I'm not really a pancake person...but their pancakes are indeed light and fluffy and the only ones I will actually order at a restaurant...ever.

I miss Southern Bred :(

There are SO many dishes that I could list as a Bostonian transplant living in the South but grits are just so darn Southern, aka foreign to Northerners, that they trump all.

Vinny Gambini: How do you cook your grits? Do you like them regular, creamy or al dente?
Mr. Tipton: Just regular I guess.
Vinny Gambini: Regular. Instant grits?
Mr. Tipton: No self respectin' Southerner uses instant grits. I take pride in my grits.

Sriracha mayo for sho!

Oh saucy smoked 'cue / Sweet pig feeds my first haiku / No thank you wet nap

@ajmill1978 - When I studied abroad in Madrid a few years back I took a day trip to Toledo right before Christmas. I had always hated marzipan, but I quickly found myself wandering from shop to shop stuffing my face with their freshly baked goodies. These were dye-free nubbins of deliciousness, totally different from the nasty stuff here in the states, and so addictive!

Not sure if it's a food but love me some fresh-squeezed mimosas!

Best/Worst: I'm going to predict that this upcoming Thanksgiving will be both my best and worst all in one. BF moved to NYC 2 months ago and we were both devastated but agreed to remain close. He was feeling overwhelmed by the move and the city and wasn't going to be able to make it home for the holiday so I agreed to come up, take him to my aunt's home to celebrate Thanksgiving, and then spend a week in Manhattan enjoying his company and the city. Last night he called me, less than 48 hrs before I am supposed to get on a plane, and totally lost it on the phone about how he misses me, loves me, hates his new life, and can't stand to see me and then have me leave and go back. I got to listen to him scream at me about how jealous he was of me and my life and everything he left behind, tell me he despises and resents me for being happy and stable, and then tops it off by saying if I had any self-respect I would just never get on the plane because he would make our holiday miserable. I was totally shocked and speechless and before I could even get a word in he told me he loved me, needed to sleep, and hung up. Needless to say I cried a lot last night...

What will make this ridiculously disrespectful and thoughtless act the best Thanksgiving ever is that at the moment I felt most alone and broken and lost, my wonderful parents swooped in to rescue me and curse him a bit. Last-minute flight changes were way out of my budget so my father is driving 4 hrs each way from Boston to La Guardia tomorrow to pick me up when I land. He then helped me find an affordable shuttle next week so I can still catch my original flight out of NYC. I get to go home, cry to my mommy, be around my siblings, have my Dad tell me no guy is good enough for "his daughter" and heal. I'm overwhelmed by how much my family and friends love me and this holiday will be an extra special reminder of that unconditional love.

I've been sitting here at work exhausted, crying in my cube, frantically googling flights and gchatting all my friends about how someone you care for could mistreat you so badly when I came across this thread. Reading everyone's stories I noticed a common theme...what distinguished best/worst Thanksgivings was rarely the food but the quality of the company. I'm accepting this situation as a reminder to surround yourself with loving, good people and when to recognize that someone doesn't deserve you or your precious time and energy in their life. I give thanks for my family, my friends, my sweet cat, my job, and my health. Luckily my parents are both fantastic cooks so I'm sure this year's meal will be wonderful as usual, but if the turkey was dry or the pies got burnt and we had to order take out I could care less...I'm just so happy to be headed home!

Homemade turnip green, buckwheat soba noodle, and ground turkey soup liberally doused with Sriracha of course. So fiberific and filling and spicy yummmmy!

@gore-may: Wow, that wasn't a closed-minded, sweeping generalization now was it? Kills me how people love to just slap labels on entire parts of the country; save it for another board please. I was born in San Fran, Europe until I was 8, Boston until 17, and the past 7+ years in Nashville...you don't know what you're talking about.

Whiskey Kitchen in Nashville makes an excellent Marmalade Whiskey Sour...it's the only whiskey drink I acually like!

We have them here in Nashville, along with grilled pimento cheese sandwiches and pimento cheese hot dogs. You can find it pretty much anywhere down here. Yummy!

I just died laughing about your Rotier's experience because the waiters there are indeed very high...at least that is what I have always suspected from many bizarro encounters. Glad you enjoyed your time here!