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In-N-Out Burger plans to start hiring for its Lebanon location in September leading up to the restaurant opening.

About 40 employees are expected to open the restaurant on South Hartmann Drive near Home Depot, just north of Interstate 40, In-N-Out Chief Operating Officer Denny Warnick said.

The company headquartered in Southern California is expanding across Middle Tennessee with new restaurants planned to support an eastern territory operations center based in Franklin.

Potential Lebanon In-N-Out workers will be able to apply online at www.in-n-out.com/employment by mid-September, though exact timing is still being finalized, Warnick said.

In-N-Out will likely begin interviewing job candidates in October. The company typically begins interviews four-to-six weeks before an estimated opening date, but that could be a little earlier than normal for the Lebanon eatery, according to a statement from the company.

“We’re still on track to open our first locations in Tennessee by early 2026, so you’ll notice that we’re starting our hiring process a bit earlier than normal for these stores,” said Kathleen Hardesty of In-N-Out.

Hiring will continue as needed in the months to follow, and Warnick encouraged those interested in working at In-N-Out to check the website for up-to-date information, including open positions.

The eastern territory hub in Franklin will include an onsite restaurant. Other area In-N-Out restaurants planned also include Murfreesboro, Hendersonville, Antioch and Madison.

In-N-Out had submitted plans to build a restaurant in Mt. Juliet and had a design waiver approved for a site on the northeast corner of Golden Bear Gateway and Old Beckwith Road. However, In-N-Out is no longer moving forward on that location, according to city officials and property ownership.

“We know that Mt. Juliet is a wonderful community; however, we don't have any information to share regarding any potential future location there,” Warnick said in an email.

UPDATE - Flash Flood Warning for Franklin County, TN until 10 a.m.

6:01 a.m. - Flood Watch until 7 p.m. for roughly all of Middle Tennessee:

Overton, Maury, Warren, Coffee, Macon, Wilson, Jackson, Putnam, Smith, Perry, Grundy, Marshall, Lewis, DeKalb, Hickman, Fentress, Davidson, Wayne, Dickson, Giles, Rutherford, Williamson, Van Buren, White, Sumner, Trousdale, Cumberland, Pickett, Robertson County, and Lawrence counties in Tennessee.

PREVIOUS: Significant thunderstorms moved through Middle Tennessee overnight, causing the National Weather Service to send out multiple flooding alerts.

The first counties on alert for flooding overnight were eastern Robertson and Sumner. Those expired around 1:30 a.m.

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Lewis, Hickman, and Perry counties were also hit with alerts for heavy rainfall a little later, which were in place until 5 a.m.

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Robertson and Sumner were then looped into a flooding advisory, along with Wilson and Davidson counties, until 5 a.m.

The interstates and highways in the Nashville area showed significant ponding, which impacted traffic in certain areas.

????NASHVILLE: Rain has delayed the opening of lanes on I-40 near @Fly_Nashville this morning. Expect delays and check real-time cameras and updates at https://t.co/t9iBu1oq9I .

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Water level gauges on Sevenmile Creek at Blackman Road began the early morning at 1.7 feet, but by 5:30 a.m., had risen to 6 feet.

One flooding advisory remains in place until 7 a.m., and that is for Rutherford, Williamson, Wilson, and Davidson counties, as the storms move out to the southeast.

The NWS kept Lewis and Perry counties on alert until 7 a.m. over flash flooding concerns.

Where John Mayer Drinks, Where Turnpike Troubadours Jam, and Where You'll Want to Be When the Music Stops

The Late-Night Pilgrimage: Where the Music Never Really Stops

The sun had just dipped below the rolling hills of Harlinsdale Farm, and John Mayer was halfway through a smoldering rendition of "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room" when it hit me, Pilgrimage isn’t just about what happens onstage. It’s about what happens after. The real magic of this festival, now in its 11th year, lives in the sticky-floored bars and dimly lit corners of downtown Franklin, where musicians and fans become drinking buddies, and last call feels like a dare.

By 10 p.m., the lights cut out on the Gold Record Road Stage, and a sea of denim and cowboy boots began migrating toward Main Street. I followed the crowd, half-drunk on Father John Misty’s existential crooning and the kind of golden-hour light that only exists in Tennessee in September. First stop , Gray’s on Main, a century-old pharmacy turned bourbon haunt where the walls hum with the ghosts of a thousand late-night confessions. The bartender slid me a Belle Meade Bourbon Punch without asking, and I spotted Better Than Ezra’s Kevin Griffin—, one of the festival’s masterminds, holding court in a corner booth, laughing like a man who’d just pulled off another miracle.

Down the block, O’ Be Joyful was hiding in plain sight, its speakeasy vibe intact despite the line snaking out the door. Inside, candlelight flickered off rows of whiskey bottles, and someone from The Heavy Heavy was arguing good-naturedly with the mixologist about the perfect ratio of rye to vermouth. I ordered something smoky and let the conversation wash over me, this was where the musicians came to disappear, if only for an hour.

Puckett’s Gro. & Restaurant was next, because no Pilgrimage night is complete without fried catfish and a side of unplanned music. The place smelled like hot grease and nostalgia, and sure enough, Sam Grisman’s crew had commandeered a corner, their instruments appearing as if by magic. A fiddle, a stand-up bass, and suddenly we were all part of an after-hours hootenanny, clapping along to a bluegrass rendition of a song I’d swear didn’t exist before that moment. I stayed here longer than i planned to and i hadnt even checked in to my hotel yet , either.

I stumbled into the Franklin Theatre’s Marquee Bar just as the marquee lights buzzed to life. The air was thick with the kind of glamour that only old theaters and expensive gin can conjure. A group of women in their 50s—die-hard Mayer fans—were dissecting his set over martinis, while a lone guitarist noodled on something that sounded like an early Wilco B-side. The bartender, a veteran of these festival nights, winked as he poured me a Silver Screen Sour. "You’re late," he said. "The real party’s across the street."

He wasn’t wrong. Cork & Cow was packed, its leather booths crammed with people who looked like they’d been awake for days. Eddie 9V, fresh off his blistering afternoon set, was holding a tumbler of something amber and laughing at a joke I couldn’t hear. I ordered the Benton’s Old Fashioned—because when in Franklin—and let the warmth of bacon-washed bourbon do its work. Around me, conversations blurred into one long, happy noise, Tourists debated the merits of Turnpike Troubadours versus American Aquarium. A couple from Nashville argued over which Colony House song would define the weekend. Someone mentioned a rumor about a secret show at someone’s Airbnb.

By midnight, the streets had taken on that hazy, surreal quality that only happens at music festivals, where time bends and strangers feel like old friends. I leaned against a brick wall outside Gray’s, listening to a guy in a Sam Barber T-shirt explain the history of the Americana Music Triangle to anyone who’d listen. A girl in a floral dress offered me a sip from her flask. "Peach moonshine," she said. "Local stuff." It burned going down, sweet and dangerous, like the best parts of Pilgrimage itself.

The thing about this festival, the reason it’s thrived for over a decade, isn’t just the lineup or the picturesque horse farm setting. It’s the way the music spills into the streets, the bars, the very bones of Franklin, until you can’t tell where the stage ends and the real world begins. By 1 a.m., I was half-asleep on a bench outside the theater, listening to the distant echo of a guitar someone was still playing, somewhere. The festival had officially ended hours ago. But in Franklin, in September, under a sky full of stars and the weight of all that bourbon, it never really does.

Pilgrimage Music & Cultural Festival takes over Franklin, TN, September 27–28, 2025.

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Volbeat brought their Greatest Tour ever through Franklin, Tennessee at the gorgeous First Bank Amphitheater, which is nestled in an old, abandoned quarry, giving it an inverse Red Rocks feel. There are shows you go to for a good time, and then there are shows like this, where the energy grabs you by the chest from the first note and doesn’t let go until the final chord fades into the night. Volbeat brought an incredible blend of heavy metal, rockabilly, and straight-up rock ‘n’ roll of with the random Elvis and Johnny Cash impersonations in tow to the stage, but not before Halestorm and The Ghost Inside turned the scenic outdoor venue into a full-on furnace of sound and sweat.

The first to act of the night to hit the stage was The Ghost Inside, and from the moment they hit the stage, it was clear they weren’t just there to warm up the crowd. Jonathan Vigil hit the stage like a madman, and the crowd responded by instantly feeding off every breakdown and scream that was delivered. For a band that’s been through so much, there’s an unmatched sense of triumph in every note they play. Songs like “Aftermath” and “Death Grip” felt not just heavy, but emotionally loaded as the California metalcore band barreled through them. You could feel their gratitude to be up there, and the fans returned it tenfold.

Next to grace the stage in the old quarry was Halestorm, and man, Lzzy Hale and crew do not mess around. Her voice is like a freight train as she unleashed it with zero hesitation intense highs and barreling screams. They opened with “Familiar Taste of Poison” and it was like a switch flipped, suddenly the entire crowd was in it together, fists in the air, heads banging, voices screaming along. Guitar solos ripped, drums pounded with reckless abandon as can be expected from a band that has been around this long, Halestorm made sure to remind everyone that rock is alive and very loud. The Nashville based rockers also teared the crowd up with a touching tribute to the late Ozzy Osbourne. “I Miss the Misery” and “Freak Like Me” were major highlights, and by the time they closed with “Here’s to Us” and “I Get Off”, they had the entire amphitheater in their palm and ready to go for the main event.

As the sun dipped behind the Tennessee hills, Volbeat took the stage with a purpose. Frontman Michael Poulsen strolled out with the swagger of someone who knows exactly what he’s doing, and for good reason. Volbeat’s live set is like taking a muscle car out for a midnight spin. It’s fast, loud, dangerous, and full of surprises. From the opening riff of “The Devil’s Bleeding Crown” to the anthemic “Lola Montez” and “Sad Man’s Tongue,” they put on an absolute clinic in how to own a stage without gimmicks hitting fans with the hits they all were clamoring to see.

Their ability to seamlessly blend thrash riffs with rockabilly swing and melodic choruses is nothing short of hypnotic. One moment you’re being pummeled by guitars, the next you’re shouting along to a chorus that could’ve come from a Johnny Cash fever dream. A special moment came when they played “Fallen”, the entire crowd went quiet, letting the emotional weight of the song settle in before joining in a heartfelt singalong. There’s something about hearing that song surrounded by strangers and stars overhead that’ll stick with you long after the show ends.

This wasn’t just a lineup of good bands, this was a lineup of survivors, fighters, and masters of their craft. Each band brought something different, but all of them shared one thing, raw, unfiltered passion for live music and rock. You could see it in their faces and hear it in every riff, scream, and chorus.

Franklin showed up ready to rage, and the artists delivered a night that felt like a celebration of everything loud and real and powerful. If you ever get the chance to catch this tour make the time to check out an amazing night of rock at its finest. Bring earplugs, lose your voice, and let it remind you what it means to feel rock music again.

Volbeat’s Greatest of All Tours continues through August 22nd of 2025. For upcoming shows, visit https://www.volbeat.dk/en/dates/.

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Franklin, Tennessee, now has its own slice of the European countryside thanks to Perenn Franklin, a rotisserie, bakery and all-day café from husband-and-wife team Aubrey and Tyler O’Laskey. Housed inside a restored riverside boathouse overlooking the Harpeth River, the new outpost builds on the success of the couple’s beloved Perenn locations in Reno, Nevada, this time with the South’s infamous charm thrown into the mix.

Known for their focus on sustainability and seasonality, the O’Laskeys bring a distinctive approach to casual dining rooted in simplicity, community, and craftsmanship. Perenn Franklin grinds its own flour on-site using regionally sourced grains and bakes everything in-house using traditional European techniques. Naturally leavened croissants, pastries and sourdough loaves are paired with coffee specials and loose-leaf teas, while the rotisserie menu stars whole chickens seasoned with herb de Provence and served alongside crispy schmaltz potatoes.

The restaurant’s interior, a collaboration with Anton Anger of Studio Meadow, channels quiet countryside refinement with low wooden ceilings, a hand-painted espresso machine by Darin Stockwell in Perenn’s signature dark, and art curated by Renee Evans. The space includes a mix of counter seating, upholstered booths, and riverside tables, offering 100 seats split between indoors and two outdoor patios. A place to linger and simply be, the 2,700 square foot space invites guests from morning coffee to dinner by the water.

Originally trained at the Culinary Institute of America, Tyler O’Laskey’s culinary career has included private cheffing and catering, while Aubrey oversees branding and community engagement. Since launching the first Perenn café in Reno’s Midtown in 2018, the couple has expanded their concept to include a grocery, bakery and the acclaimed Claio Rotisserie. Their move to Tennessee in 2024 marks the beginning of a new chapter, one that will include an additional venue in nearby Nashville later this summer.

With a menu grounded in quality and design that bridges old world and new, Perenn Franklin is an irresistibly quaint concept that is sure to change the flow of life in this part of town.