APPLE JUICEOn our way out of Nashville we stopped by the Loveless Café for America’s best biscuits (again, pretty much a scone in my mind) with local house-made preserves and some more sweet iced tea. We like the tea, it seems. This place is a country diner, off the highway in the quiet hills and so heartwarming and full of love I hardly know where they got their name. The dull floors and faded wallpaper were as quaint as they were old, and the waitress was young, kind and a picture of domesticity in a floral apron.

That we weren’t really hungry didn’t seem to matter, we ordered more fried green tomatoes and a big side of okra and country ham. We managed to refuse the range of 12 different homemade pies, though I don’t really know how.LOVELESS