Red Pony

Last night we made the thirty minute trek south to old downtown Franklin, Tennessee for a bit of semi-fine dining at Red Pony. I must say, my expectations were on the low side thanks to a bad review by some people very close to me. It's funny how having low expectations sometimes works in your favor. Regardless, the meal was very, very good and the service was also great. From the ceviche to the grilled, blue cheese-stuffed peach that accompanied a very nicely done skirt steak, my universe was in order, if only briefly. That order started to crumble late in my meal upon the arrival of two drunken, hefty fag hags and the skinny, unkempt objects of their want. It was like a bizarro, redneck version of Ina Garten and her entourage had plopped themselves down at the most prominent table in the house for a sloshed session of Queer Abby. But it did add a little zest to the experience, and it's nice to see such eclectic groups dining on downtown Franklin's surprisingly bustling scene. Check out Red Pony Restaurant at http://www.redponyrestaurant.com/