For mother’s day, John got us tickets to see The Rolling Stones and have dinner at Rolf & Daughters. At the time, we still lived in Los Angeles so this was going to be our first night out in Nashville. Just us, no kids = just the way night outs should be. To be honest, I would have been thrilled to go ANYWHERE without children, but it so happens that I was dying to try Rolf & Daughters. It’s one of the restaurants that everyone talks about so I had high hopes.

The restaurant is in Germantown which is a cool, but small, area of town comprised of about 5 square blocks. Walking up to Rolf & Daughters (which may or may not have the intentional acronym R.A.D) is like being transported back to Brooklyn. And I think the entire serving staff might actually BE from Brooklyn. Anyway, the fact that they gave me a giant loaf of sourdough bread, seaweed butter, and a pile of salt, makes them A-okay in my book. The rest of our meal was delicious too (the carbonara was beyond), but we didn’t have time for dessert since we needed to get to the show!

 John and I actually consider The Rolling Stones show we saw in 2005 to be the starting point of our relationship, so we make a point to see them whenever they roll through town. I swear I didn’t even mean for that pun to happen but I’m leaving it. We had floor seats and cold beer, but I’m sorry – we are old and tired and it was hot out. Real hot. 97 degrees and humid hot. So we left after an hour.. Kind of just wish I had gotten dessert.

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Clea Shearer

Los Angeles native living in Nashville. Mother to Stella Blue and Sutton Gray and wife to the best photographer in the US of A. Currently learning to live life with a southern accent.

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