Monday was a day for us to play tourist in our hometown. A visit to Hatch Show Print morphed into the obligatory 2nd Avenue/Lower Broad tourist crawl. Personally I think every Nashvillian should make this round every three years or so. Granted, that’s probably how long it takes your average Nashvillian to save up for parking down there. I kid you not when I say that our parking was more expensive than my lunch at Big River Brewing. Any way you slice it that’s ridiculous. How those businesses expect to stay open with that kind of exorbitant cover charge I do not know. I suspect they hope their hardest to hustle from the hotels.
All that, however, is largely beside the point I truly wish to make. That point being that there is now, at the top of 2nd Avenue, cattycorner from Hooters and a block down from whatever municipal building that is at the dead ending of 2nd, is a candy store.
This is not just any candy store. Unlike other Nashville “Candy Store”s this doesn’t have slabs of fudge in a glass case. Instead, they have all the candy you grew up with…wax bottles filled with syrup, the old braided caramel Marathon candy bars, giant Pixie Stix and all the fantastic imports from Great Britain, including my beloved Crunchie Bars.
If that weren’t enough, there are also sodas. For the folks like me who are geeked about brewing but have to avoid alcohol for medical reasons (and, well, I generally hate the taste), a passion for sodas is a natural fit. We soda freaks are as bad as those vintnersnobs and microbrew mavens, analysing the flavour profiles of the great sodas of the world. Most of which are for sale at the mythical 2nd Avenue Candy Haven. Brews with pure cane sugar, natural fruit juices and root extracts line the shelves and chill in coolers along the back wall.
People. They sell MOXIE. Actual MOXIE.
This store is a treasure. I’m hoping against hope that it gets discovered and loved by other locals and it stays open forever. Because this, quite frankly, is the Platonic Ideal of candy stores. And it deserves all the love we can give it.
The only affiliation I have with them is being in love with the very essence of the place. I don’t own it. I’ve not gotten free candy or soda for writing this. This is just me, a girl standing in front of the internet and telling it how much Rocket Fizz Candy and Soda completes me.