I’m deviating outside of the location of Tennessee; however, since the story regards my favorite Tennessean, I feel justified in telling it.
Completely insane patriot and dairy farmer Colonel Thomas S. Meacham and Jackson’s followers wanted to show their thanks to the new democracy by giving Jackson what he loved best: cheese. This idea was not original, but was an ode to Jackson honoring the giant cheese (15 inches thick, four feet wide, 1234 pounds) given to Thomas Jefferson by the town of Cheshire, Connecticut in 1802. The Cheshire cheese was a symbol of “profound respect…to the popular ratification of his election” for Jefferson.
Jackson’s followers knew this story and in 1835 commissioned Meacham to create a monster wheel of cheese that was two feet thick, four feet around and weighed 1400 pounds.
The only problem was, even now in the days of refrigerators and air conditioning a four foot wheel of cheese is completely ridiculous and unmanageable. In 1837 (two years after he had received the “gift”) Jackson, known as the “people’s president” decided to invite his constituents (over 10,000 attended) to the White House lawn to cut the cheese, if you will.
The enormous symbol of Jacksonian Democracy was devoured within two hours. The reception was his last public appearance as President before Jackson returned to the Hermitage, but the smell of the rotting cheese was talked about by Washingtonians for years after his death.
Nashville’s got plenty of strip clubs, just ask Pac Man Jones (never forget!) –
But it only has one “exotic” dance club which has been grandfathered in to have different regulations than the other strip clubs in town (i.e. their dancers do not have to follow the “three feet” rule because the building is so narrow, they literally cannot be three feet away from their clients). It is not only the oldest “exotic” club in town, but it is also the one with the richest history. The Brass Stables began as a fancy pants restaurant called the Brass Rail Stables and Lounge. The restaurant was located on the second floor of the building, and the stables were below. Today you can still see the original wood from the stables on the wall in the Brass Stables.
Andrew Jackson, then Governor of Tennessee and founder of the modern Democratic Party himself, kept his horse boarded there. At the time, the restaurant and ‘lounge’ was really more of a brothel, which was where Andrew Jackson’s three week journey (read: wild party and celebration) to Washington began after he found out that he had won the Presidential Election. Now, in case you missed that, Jackson’s presidency in theory started at what is now the Brass Stables in Nashville, TN. Jackson was inaugurated on March 4, 1829 and his reception was so drunk and rowdy that Jackson climbed out of the window of the White House and went to a hotel. The crowd refused to leave until bowls of liquor and spiked punch were put out around the White House lawn and eventually everyone got extra drunk. It took three months to restore the White House to the condition it was in before the Jackson inauguration party, all of which *technically* began at the Brass Stables.