On Saturday, Miles and I slept way in to 9:30 (8:30, Nashy time), tried to find decent Saturday morning cartoons to watch, failed, and went to a late brunch at Bluegrass Grill. We almost decided to leave about three times during the super long wait for seats. At one point I even called out to Miles to come back when he was almost a block away walking back to the car. Looking back, I can't figure out why were we so dramatic.. But you know what they say about hindsight. Its super obvious why you would wait for an hour and a half to eat when you have the memory of the most delicious brunch of your life. Thats what they say. Even if we didn't completely love, love, Chattanooga, we would go back just to eat at Bluegrass Grill again.
As always with brunch, we ordered too much food. I'm surprised we even had the patience to wait 2 seconds to take pictures of our yummies. Bluegrass Grill, can you move into our kitchen?