I recently attended a craft weekend in middle Tennessee. On the way to the camp where it was held, I stopped in Murfreesboro, where we lived for 4 years, to have lunch with a friend at the first restaurant my hubby ever took me to (before we even knew we would move there). On the way home, I decided to have lunch at our favorite pizza place, just a few hundred yards from our apartment (where, coincidentally, a friend from Chattanooga was my server!) It was nice to see that, while much has changed there, these places are still warm and familiar and the food is as tasty as ever.