Bell Buckle: A Slow Southern Town

Before leaving Nashville, I'd booked a rental car to drive myself to Atlanta. This was my first time driving solo in the US, and since I'm used to driving on the left in Singapore, I was honestly a bit nervous. Luckily, with Gemini's help, I figured out the whole car rental process — online check-in, necessary insurance — and picked up the car smoothly at Nashville airport. The car was in great condition. I even took a photo of the dashboard and had Gemini check it over. Everything checked out fine. Right out of the parking lot, I was on the highway. Honestly, I hadn't even figured out where the volume knob or the AC controls were before I was already merging onto the freeway. On top of that, I had to nervously adjust to driving on the right side of the road (opposite of what I'm used to). After about 50 km of driving, I decided to pull over and properly figure out all the buttons in the car. Plus, I wasn't a fan of the hotel breakfast, so I figured I'd get off the highway and have a proper brunch instead. So I asked Gemini, and it firmly recommended this small town. I drove another 50 km, exited the highway, and arrived at this beautifully faded old town. Without hesitation, I pushed open the paint-chipped wooden door of Bell Buckle Cafe. Wow, there were so many people dining inside. After discussing with Gemini, I went with the Chicken Salad Croissant — the signature light bite of this American country café. The owner noticed this unexpected visitor and came over to greet me. I even took a selfie with her. This little town is so quiet, tucked away 20 km down a country road after you exit the highway.