Yessir, the Paradise Park Trailer Resort is a local institution. While some bars enjoy outlandish themes or posh trappings the resort keeps things low key. An aging Camaro doubles as a bench, Astro Turf absorbs the spilled beer while vintage console TVs serve as end tables. They have an endless number of beers on tap but everyone seems to be drinking $6 pitchers of Natty Light accompanied by tater tots and funnel cakes from the built in carney trailers.
The music is a mix of Southern rock and drinking songs by local bands. Being music city, Nashville really hosts a higher level of talent than the typical bar band of middle America. Upstairs is the best version of dueling pianos I have ever seen and two doors down is a honky tonk that looks to be a favorite venue for couples to get into fights.
I give this bar my highest endorsement, if My Name is Earl was a bar, this would without rival be it. Paradise Park is best summed up by its bathroom graffiti "Everyone wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to drive."