IN the way an abundant oyster bed indicates a healthy estuary, a neighborhood thick with hipsters is an indicator that good food is not far away.
Look for the signs: a fixed-gear bicycle shop, a coffee roaster run by fellows with scraggly beards, a bar with handmade bitters, food trucks and, perhaps, a paleta shop run by young women with advanced degrees.
East Nashville, a down-on-its-luck side of town being brought to life one great plate of food at a time, is the indicator species for this city, which has been climbing the charts as a new food star.
Lots of praise for my ‘hood and its top-notch eateries in this New York Times feature on Nashville’s rise in food world. I haven’t been to The Pharmacy or Mas Tacos in about two months and after reading this, I’m definitely craving. If anyone out there wants to indulge, I’m down for a dinner date.