When Tim Wilson thought up the First Baptist Bar & Grill, I’m pretty sure this is what he had in mind. When kicking it old school, the Big J might’ve turned water into wine but in Ashland City the King of Tears can get you tanked on Cumberland tap.

Crack open a six-pack of Salvation and behold. When you say Blasphemy, you’ve said it all:

Sure, the communion is served in a 12 oz. frosty mug and the Body of Christ is pretzels instead of wafers but when Jesus is your designated driver the night can last an eternity.

Though I drive through the Valley of the Shadow of Serpas,
I shall fear no DUI checkpoint.
My liability insurance and alcohawk, they comfort me.

So if you find the three-headed Schlitz Malt Liquor heifer of hell breathing down your neck – rip into a cold one. Ahhhh….and pour a pint on the curb courtesy of your Matador of Mercy.

After all, His Blood’s For you.  Nailed to a bar stool for your sins.

They’re serving after noon on Sundays but closed on Wednesday nights. After all, we have to keep something holy.

I’ll update our full White Trash Wednesday list as soon as I hear from the people still keeping their Coleman kerosene lamps / tire fires in their backyards burning bright.

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