After checking out of our hotel we ate breakfast at the Pancake Pantry, a beloved Nashville institution with seemingly a different type of pancake for every person waiting in the snaking lines outside. Seriously, if you could dream up a batter, they could make it.
I had the buckwheat pancakes, which were black as night and fantastic and Christine had some amazing sweet potato pancakes, the remains of which are pictured below. Gross picture, I know, but first rate stuff!
And when we told our super friendly waitress that we were heading to Loretta Lynn’s compound that afternoon, she said not only had she been to the mansion, but that she was a bridesmaid there recently at the wedding of one of Loretta’s granddaughters. Whoa…small world.
She also said that the mansion where Loretta lived was haunted by the abused slaves of the former owner and that she herself had heard strange noises there while visiting. Courtney got goose bumps just hearing that, and — her “Ghostbuster” senses tingling — was halfway out the door before our waitress finished talking. She couldn’t get there fast enough!!
But first, there were a couple more stops we needed to make in Nashville.