This self serving, self referencial, self conscious "documentary" is so annoying, all you'll want to do, is walk past this bar the next time you're on "Lower Broad". A term no one in the history of Nashville has ever spoken. The pretense of "reality" never materializes at any point. A weekly infomercial for a strange mix between a honky-tonk and Jimmy Buffet's Cheeseburger In Paradise. Then the occasional faux "moments" when we learn what Garth's father said will make you toss whatever on the menu the "Queen" cooked up. Oh yeah, that's right, the guys who will actually operate the place are so "surprised" to learn that Trisha Yearwood will be in charge of the food. Ugh.
