Travel log - Nashville, Trent's entourage

Business travel is not typically what I would call glamourous. Ninety-five percent of the time we see an airport and a standard hotel room. Nothing fancy because it's all work, but once in a while we find a little time to have a little fun and see the city we're visiting.

Last night was one of those times. 

Friday wrapped up the convention so after booth tear down we hit the town. We weren't sure where to grab some grub, so we asked a few cattleman to make a recommendation. They told us to hit up Jimmy Kelly's, which is a steakhouse that has been a Nashville staple since 1934. They had incredible service and the food literally put me into a food coma. I selected the blue cheese infused filet mignon and it was fabulous. I have never tasted something so rich - and the steak just melt in my mouth.

Our servers were Claude and Robert - and they were the most charming and entertaining duo I've ever been served by. They both sounded like Al Green and Barry White had a baby. "You know romance without finance is ignor-ance," he told us as he poured some drinks. They gave their personal recommendations that had us all laughing and made sure we were stocked with silver dollar corn cakes. 

We had brought along a couple of guests. True blue cowboy Trent Loos was in our group and that meant the good times would follow. This was evident when he ordered a double Jack and air. We weren't disappointed. Trent left to hit the head and came back with a French actor. No lie. Ever heard of Sebastian Roché? Apparently he's on the show Supernatural. I actually Google'd him at the table. When we asked Trent exactly how that happened he told us the story in a way only a cowboy can. 

Left my mark at Tootsie's.

"I was standing there listening to this guy talk about all the women that were at his table, and I was like 'hey man, I have six women with me' and of course he didn't believe me - so I brought him in here to show you lovely ladies off." (Trent's entourage)

"He only had four women! I had six, so I just had to prove a point." 

Such a charmer that Trent. It only got better once we hit the downtown area and Tootsie's Orchid Lounge. It was here we got the true Nashville experience. We even carved our names in the table - along with everybody else. 

No idea who he is, but good.

Sorry the pics are bad quality, but it is dark as a cave in that little joint. The bar is the size of a matchbox - but really cool to see all the history that lines the walls. The singer that was up on stage was pretty good, at least the first one. The second dude was terrible, and the chick at the end was good - but loud. Our ears were bleeding. 

The highlight of the trip to Tootsie's was seeing every woman in the bar suddenly stop and awe at Trent. 

"Oh. My. God," one girl stopped and all her friends piled into the back of her. "You're like a real cowboy!"

"Yes," he nodded. 

"A real cowboy, like riding horses and living on the range type, like the Marlboro Man!" she was seriously in awe. 

"Yes," he said again. 

"Can I get your picture?" 

Trent was an attraction.

And like a gentleman, he obliged. Still brings me chuckles to think that those gals had never seen a "real true cowboy" before. They're really missing out. 

We called it a night way to late, but it was worth it. 

There's nothing quite like being in Trent's entourage.