If there ever was a place I’ve found in my travels that could
be described as having a bohemian-style identity crisis – but in a very good
way – it had to be Phat Bites. Located
behind an Ace Hardware of all things in Nashville’s suburb of Donelson near the
airport and close to where I worked for a couple of months, Phat Bites is part
deli, part coffee house, and – later in the evening – part dive bar and local
music venue. Somehow, though, it all
blends wonderfully together.
It was that odd mishmash of identities that drew me –
like so many of their regulars, I suppose – to Phat Bites repeatedly, whether
it be for a lunch that was a little out of the ordinary or to serve as a
watering hole close to my hotel. Indeed,
the main dining area, which quite literally was carved out of the service bays
of an old garage, always seemed to stay busy.