A small town east of Nashville in Tennessee. Occasionally mistaken for the country of Lebanon, but not as often as one would think. Years ago, rednecks began to pronounce it "leb-nun" and at this point, even the implants from the north pronounce it in that dumbass way. Idiots like to call it "L-Town" to make it sound cooler.
Lebanon has a movie theater that was cool until Mt. Juliet got a way better one. There are lots of shitty strip malls. There is a shitty outlet mall.
There is a fairly large population of rich, old Republicans, who are the ones running the government. They like to feel as if they live in a cute town with little shops and antique stores and Victorian mansions. They like to promote "Historic Downtown Lebanon." But unfortunately, there are not enough cobblestones to make Lebanon this picturesque. Also there is not a Starbucks. They should just move to Franklin.
The only people who hang around "downtown" are poor fuckers from god-awful Watertown (which is miraculously smaller than Lebanon) and old people who like to whittle pieces of wood.
Every year, Lebanon is home to the Wilson County Fair, which is the largest county fair in Tennessee. It's probably good if you like fairs, but you must remember that it contains a high concentration of Lebanon's residents. NYLON Magazine wrote an article about it in 2009, which made the minuscule high school hipster population piss themselves.
Person 1: Where are you from?
Person 2: Lebanon.
Person 1: Woah, you're Lebanese?
Person 2: No, Lebanon, Tennessee.
Person 1: Oh! That place has an Outlet Mall, right? I went there once. There's a Pac Sun there, isn't there?
Person 2: Yeah, and a Bath and Body Works Outlet. What the fuck is that? Even a mildly good store is turned to a shit "outlet" store in Lebanon.