When we first moved to Tennessee, some friends told us about a little place with a cafe that we just had to try. A plate full of fried biscuits with honey and we were hooked. The other night we took one last trip to the Bell Buckle Cafe. There was a live band playing folk music, and a full crowd enjoying meat and three. I ordered the famous smoked pork chop with corn bread, tomato cucumber salad and fried red-skin potatoes. I will always crave this quaint little town and the way I feel when I stroll down the street in Bell Buckle.
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