Nashville this week

Doing some stuff with some of the guitar manufacturers here. Pretty cool gig this week.
Thank you to everyone that have me some tips. 
I have worked here a lot previously, and have tried some of the food places mentioned. The venues are great for the music scene here, of course. BBKings blues bar tonight at 11:00 has a special blues jam session tonight (a client and friend got me tix to this) should be fun.

I think I am the most ungrateful guest ever, and I wasn't even trying.
My client, and his wife, invited me to their home for a "home cooked meal." I accepted, and I demanded that I bring something, and I told them I would bring a red and a white for dinner. I was told to be there at 7:00. 
After work I stopped at the wine shop, picked up a Caymus, and  I selected a  Flowers chard. Both are very good, and hopefully would expressly gratitude for the kind offer, they had extended.
Hit the showers then headed over to this freaking monster of a home down on the lake.
I pulled up to the front, got out, and immediately smelled the grill. It had just been lit, and I could smell the lighter fluid. The heavy blue black smoke was rolling around the house from the back patio.
The poor guy asked what restaurants I liked, and I told him home cooking is my favorite, but anyplace that cooks over a pit grill is in my wheel house. He said "Fantastic, I love to grill, and I am very good at it." Of course he followed with the invitation.
There I was, at the front door snorting kerosene laden, burning kingsford, while ringing the doorbell.
His wife answered the door. She is a very beautiful, charming mother of one son and devoted wife to her husband. The home was beautiful, I commented everything that caught my attention. She and I made small talk while I opened the white, poured three glasses, and we went outside to the patio. Gorgeous place, right?  
We Went out back and he was working his ass off getting the grill going. It was a Traeger. He has had issues with it for some time, because the black smoke stain on the back of his beautiful home told the story of a bad decision on an overpriced POS, which his pride will not let it go.
I have known plenty of folks that have those grills, when they work they are awesome, and those owners are loyal and swear by them. I have known others that have not had very good luck, and swear at them. This night, it was of the latter group.
His wife walked out and just gave the poor guy hell, In a friendly, joking matter. Needless to say, he was ready for a refill within moments.
I asked if I could help, having fixed a couple  recently for my friends, I had become familiar with the feeder.
He graciously declined, but those pork chops looked too damn good to get covered in kerosene soot. 
I insisted. We extinguished the fire, gave it some time to cool down and I got into it. 
He was very appreciative, once we got her back operating.
It had been "fixed" by him and others so many times, it was now nothing more than very poorly vented charcoal pit. But after about an hour we had it smoking again.
As we were drinking the second bottle of white, his wife brought out, he asked me what I grill with.
Wrong Question!! Well, maybe not. I gave the wrong answer. We'll maybe not the wrong answer, but the delivery was not as gracious as, perhaps, it could have been, at my host's home.
I told him, I had a Big Green Egg, in fact I love it so much, I bought the mini max so I can take it with me when I travel.
Swear to all things Holy, it got dead silent right there.
He proceeded to tell me how he bought one, a medium. He didn't like it, and gave it to his son. He followed by telling me, his son refused to come over and have dinners when he grills anymore, and frankly, does not see him a whole lot since the regifting of the medium. Like an idiot, I asked if his son would be interested in selling it. 
Boom. Wrong thing. Again.
In a very tight lipped, barely audible no, accompanied with the most evil death stare I have ever seen any human give, I felt a very cold chill go through my body.
Honest as heck, his wife began tearing up, got her wine glass and went inside.
He and I continued cooking in silence, slamming back large swigs, frequently, watching the cook on the cold and silent night.
The chops came out great, the sides were awesome.
There was Zero conversation, at the table and the evening was as awkward, as a new born pony trying to get up on his legs for the first time. Awkward!
I tried to make conversation light, and talked about the grilling I do, how often and how much fun My Beautiful Wife and I have with our dinner parties for friends and family.
Boom.
Wrong move.
Apparently, the more I spoke the worse it got. 
I did not stay any longer than I had to. I helped with the dishes, and busted a move out of there.
Before I left. I thanked them sincerely, and told them anytime they have problems in the future, to give me a call, and I would come down to help. I also mentioned I have fixed those things so often, I have been getting really good with it. I also said when I come back I will bring my tools, to make the adjustments it will need after it starts drying out some. I topped that off by telling them I have one on my garage, I 
picked up off the street, after it was thrown out, following my neighbors getting a XL BGE, just like mine.
Again, wrong thing to say. I was ushered out the door.
When I was getting in my car, I swear I heard him outside kicking his Traeger, and cussing like a sailor. 
I am just not very good at things. I was trying to be helpful and friendly, but, well, it did not work out.
So far, my only other meal to speak of is the Nashville Hot Chicken I have had for lunch. Pretty tasty and hotter than blue blazes.

SmokeyPitt said:

Damn Ron, that is one cringe-worthy story. It sounds like they gave the son an egg, and now they don't see him much because he won't come over for dinner. Obviously the son got the egg figured out so is cooking all the time. The ungrateful little bastard should invite his parents over for dinner sometime though.

Or sell it to me, thereby eliminating all issues.
I really believe to are correct. I think there invitations not taken due to pride issues. 
Me, I ain't proud. Just sayin'. My motto: "If it is free, you can count on me."