Nioka Curtis

There’s something magical about stepping into a small Southern town. It’s like the world takes a deep breath and just… pauses. The hustle disappears, and what’s left is simpler, slower, and a whole lot sweeter.

That’s exactly what happened to me in McEwen, Tennessee—a town so laid-back, it doesn’t even have a stoplight. Not one. And you know what? It doesn’t need one. Life just moves to the rhythm of sweet tea, the Friday night football game, and folks chatting over breakfast at Bud’s Market.

You won’t find skyscrapers or fast-paced schedules here. But you will find smiles and waves from front porches and locals who treat you like family even if they just met you.

My mornings started with the smell of fresh-brewed coffee at 70 & Main Coffeehouse, served with a smile. Afternoons were for wandering to Pick’N on Main to find some treasures or Lola & Sass for some cute clothes and home decor. And the evenings? Let’s just say there’s nothing like watching the sunset over an open field or through the trees, fireflies blinking like slow-dancing stars.

It’s not about the to-do list here — it’s about the moments in between. The kind that fills your lungs with
clean air and your heart with something you didn’t even realize you were missing.

And if you’re lucky enough to visit in late July? Oh honey, buckle up for the St. Patrick’s Irish Picnic.  It’s not just a picnic—it’s a full-blown Southern celebration wrapped in Irish spirit and bathed in barbecue smoke. We’re talking thousands of folks, secret recipes, and a tradition so legendary it’s been going strong since 1854. Imagine the biggest church picnic you’ve ever seen… then triple it, add fiddles, games, and pies, and plop it down in a small, quiet town. It’s joy, pure and simple.

So, if you ever feel the weight of the world pressing down or you just start craving a barbecue that’s worth writing home about, I highly recommend a getaway to the little town of McEwen. Check out the Rock ‘N Refuge if you’re looking for a unique lodging experience. Take your time, breathe a little deeper, and wave back when someone waves at you — because they will.

And who knows? You might just find that the peace you were looking for was waiting with a glass of sweet tea and a rocking chair. You won’t miss the stoplights. Promise.

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