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| Egg. Cheese. Burger. Just need a refill in that pint jar now. |
We weren't intending to go to Dino's, but we happened by and decided to pop in. We had been en route to a more trendy spot, but something about the little beer joint seemed like the kind of place we needed to go.
Nathan, my longtime friend and host for the evening, had heard tales of Dino's. People had gone so far as to call it the best burger in Nashville, and it is rumored to be the oldest bar. From the outside, it was easy to believe the latter. It didn't take long for us to believe the former as well.
