I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
March 1, 2007
>This post originally appeared on the Nashville Scene blog, where it generated quite a bit of discussion in the comments.
Hubs and I had dinner last night at the Firefly Grille. The coconut cake was so amazing that it gained an immediate position on my Last-Meal-if-I-Ever-Find-Myself-On-Death-Row list, but that’s not the point of this post.
The point is that Firefly Grille is one of a growing number of restaurants in Nashville with signs at the entrance that state cell phone use is not allowed in the dining room. And so when I realized I had forgotten to tape the America’s Next Top Model premiere (for my stepdaughters, of course. I would never watch something so totally awesome ridiculous), I left the dining room to call and tell them how to set up the VCR. A little while later, Hubs got up to go to the restroom, and I noticed that diners were on their cellphones at both tables across from mine. The offenders wore intensely preoccupied looks on their faces that seemed to say, Screw you and your podunk “Grille.” My life is far too important to put on hold for glazed salmon with a side of mushroom bread pudding.
Thank God, the owner came right over and snatched up both their phones. “No coconut cake for YOU!” he shouted furiously as the offenders stared at him in shock.
Well, that didn’t really happen, but wouldn’t it have been fabulous if it had? What Nashville needs is a Cellphone Nazi, preferably at one of the restaurants in town that we just can’t live without (I would submit The Acorn personally, but I think The Cheesecake Factory might get the popular vote.)
What do you say, restaurateurs? Do any of you have the balls to step up to the plate and end this mobile madness once and for all?
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