Yes, I live in Franklin and work in Nashville. But on the weekends, there’s a side to this city girl that puts on jeans, muddy shoes, and hangs out at the family farm hubby’s side owns in the charming little hamlet of Santa Fe.(That’s pronounced Santa-Fay, this ain’t New Mexico, folks). One of the upsides to this tiny little town is that you can still get an amazing sandwich in a tiny little country grocery store, and while you’re there also fill up with gas, rent a movie, and pick up a six pack of beer for the weekend. Looking for a scenic country drive out of Nashville and some thick cut-just sliced off the stick baloney? Yep, this is where you’ve been looking for. You will want to order an additional pound or so to bring home — trust me. The Potts family has lived in this area forever, and are just nice people in addition to making a great samich. What else is there to do in Santa Fe? Well, there’s a second gas station, that is also the big game check in station, and a diner next door to this little market. There is a tiny post office, a community center, a couple of churches, and a school. That’s it. Seriously. But if you’re in the mood for a Sunday drive, Highway 7 that Potts’ is sort of off of(use your GPS if you’re not local, which if you’re reading this, you’re not I bet). Hwy 7 connects Columbia(few interesting places there) to Dickson(where I grew up, again, some interesting places). If you prefer, the Natchez Trace is nearby as well. So go pay them a visit, and tell Linda(she’s probably gonna be there), that one of the Beattys suggested you stop in.
