Nope — in Chattanooga, there’s neither a Graceland for Elvis enthusiasts to flock to, nor a beloved style of barbecue like Memphis boasts. And no, Mrs. Andre Prince, allegedly seeking revenge on her husband, didn’t invent her notorious hot chicken here, and there aren’t many honky-tonk or pedal tavern shenanigans to indulge in like in Nashville.
Chattanooga jigs and bops to the rhythm of its own fiddle. The city has cultivated its very own brand of eclectic, outdoorsy panache and has slowly but surely nudged its gastro-identity past Moon Pies and Little Debbie snacks.
Unfortunately, institutions like Mary’s Lounge have shuttered, so you’ve missed the pleasure of listening to Shalamar at their Wednesday steak nights. But don't fret, there are still plenty of excellent dining options around every bend of this gorgeous city, and if you ask the right local — some good, stiff moonshine too.Read More