COMPREHENSIVE ALPHABETICAL GUIDE TO NASHVILLE RESTAURANTS

The Ones I’ve Tried, Anyway

By

Jimmy Joe Meeker

 

Copyright ©July 2004 by Donald W. Gillette

 

Rules That Should Be Posted In All Restaurants But Aren’t

ü      Leave your cell phone in the car.  Now, I know you can’t do that, because then you couldn’t go to dinner with somebody and spend the entire time talking to somebody else who’s not even there, so at least try not to scream into it as if you’re trying to be heard over a chain saw.

ü      Chuckling is fine.  The occasional “Ha ha” is okay.  But don’t giggle and cackle.  Nothing’s that funny.  You’re in a public place, you hooting idiot, so knock it off.

ü      Men, evidently your parents didn’t know any better when they raised you, but you’re supposed to take off your hat when you’re inside a building.  Just because Mommy and Daddy had the social skills of a pig, that doesn’t excuse you.

ü      Parents, hire a baby-sitter.  Your kid’s not cute.  Your kid is a squealing, crying, puking, annoying pain in the ass of everyone in the restaurant except you.  Why would you bring a baby to a restaurant in the first place?  The cuisine?

ü      If you’re unlucky enough to have to sit in a booth, don’t keep rocking back against it.  The guy sitting behind you came in for food, not to play bumper cars.

ü      You don’t have to say “shit” or “fuck” so often and so loudly that every woman and child in the place can hear you.  So watch your goddam language.

 

NOTE:  ALL “NEVER AGAIN” RESTAURANTS ARE IN RED.  I’LL GO BACK TO THEM AS SOON AS HELL FREEZES OVER.

 

3rd and Lindsley

            Face it, you don’t go to 3rd and Lindsley for the food anyway—and you shouldn’t because it’s not that great.  It’s adequate and it’s only there for you to have something to eat if you got there to early--before the entertainment started.  The night we went there, the entertainment was an entire club full of lesbians watching two lesbian musicians.  The lesbians were fantastic, but the food was very ordinary. 

 

Amerigo’s

            Without a doubt, the best tiramisu you’ll find—not only in Nashville, but every other place I’ve been to that serves this Italian desert.  The main courses at Amerigo’s are your standard Italian-American fare and they range from okay to excellent.  Except for their pizzas which have been underdone both times I ordered one.  The ingredients looked great, but somebody needs to teach the guy at the hearth oven how long to keep the thing inside.  Pizza crust is supposed to be crunchy, not soggy.

            Don’t let that stop you, though.  If you feel like having a pizza at Amerigo’s, order one—but tell the server you want it baked right or you’ll keep sending it back to the kitchen until it is.

            But I’m being negative again…  Amerigo’s is a good Italian-American restaurant and the setting is nice, too.  Just be careful of the pizza.

 

Applebee’s

            This place probably wouldn’t be bad if they didn’t hire morons to work in their kitchen.  I got really tired of never getting what I ordered, so I quit going a long time ago, but you can order the exact same dinner at Applebee’s a dozen times and invariably the “chef” will leave something different out of it each time.  Or you’ll get the large when you ordered the small.  Or vice versa.  This phenomenon is even harder to believe when you discover they actually have pictures of what the food’s supposed to look like hanging right in front of the prep table in the kitchen.  Applebee’s is a good example of what happens when a chain spends more money on advertising than they do on training employees.

 

Atlanta Bread Company

            For breakast, their breads are terrific.  But be prepared to wait forever if you happen to order a cappucino.  And give detailed instructions on how to prepare your bagel, roll, or muffin, too.  From experience, I know that if you say “Toast it”, you’ve got to tell them to cut it in half first because if you don’t, they’ll start a fire in the kitchen.  For lunch, it’s not much different that any lunch counter/sandwich shop, but the bread makes it worthwhile.  Watch out if you go in the late afternoon to pick up a loaf for dinner, though.  Last time I did that, they pushed a loaf of store-bought bread on me claiming it was their own—it had the trademark “Kroger” waffle pattern on the bottom and wouldn’t even fit in one of their own bags.

 

Baja Burrito

First, you line up with a gaggle of cackling sorority girls hugging and kissing everybody they see and a bunch of tattooed jocks with biceps larger than their brains.  Then, after you get the “food”, people bang into you and knock things out of your hands while shuffling around in front of the condiments as if they’re trying to figure out the controls on a Boeing 747.  Next, choose your seat:  if you’re right at home with a decibel level that rivals an AC/DC concert, sit inside, but if exhaust fumes are your thing, try the patio.  Aside from this wonderful ambiance, the gummy burritos filled with starch are awful, too.  I’d steer clear of this moron-filled flophouse unless you’re one of the forementioned cackling sorority girls, tattooed jocks etc., etc., etc.

 

Bar-B-Cutie’s

            The barbeque is good but some of the waitresses are horrible.  I thought the one who took my order was going to cough herself to death before she could get the food onto the counter.  I don’t like places where the girl behind the counter looks like she just got finished cleaning the men’s room, so now I go to the drive-in window.  If I can’t see it, it’s okay.

 

Blackstone Restaurant and Brewery

            They brew their own beer here and it’s great, especially the German Heffe Wietzen.  The food was pretty good, too, but if you have grilled tuna, you’ll taste it for the next 5 hours.  I don’t think that’s the chef’s fault, though.  I think it’s the tuna’s.

 

Bosco’s

            It’s impossible for a decent pub/restaurant to just stay a decent pub/restaurant without the owners getting dollar signs in their eyes and so, Bosco’s is now a chain.  I don’t care what you call it, a chain restaurant is any restaurant with more than one location and the same name.

Yes, their in-house brewed beer is good but on a hot day in Nashville, any beer is good.  The mufaletta I had was okay, too, but a far cry from any I’ve had in New Orleans, so they shouldn’t call it “a New Orleans-style” anything—but now they don’t even have it on their menu.

So Bosco’s is okay.  It’s a little different and it’s a good change of pace.  And now, all that’ll change with their Overton Square and Little Rock, Arkansas locations.

 

Calypso Café

            Calypso Café has the best lunch in the city.   The food is always good, always consistent, and the service is great.  It’s got the occasional obnoxious, ill-mannered diner who doesn’t realize there are other people in the place with her, but I’m beginning to think that’s going to happen anywhere you go.  What the hell’s wrong with these people?

Anyway, Calypso Café’s a bit crowded at lunchtime, but they get you in and out pretty quickly.  And it’s worth the wait--except on Sundays when the church people bring their fidgeting kids who should be on Ritalin but obviously aren’t.

If you go after 2PM for lunch, don’t expect the quality you get at noon—I don’t know why, but it seems to slip a bit after the lunch crowd leaves.

 

Cooker

            I was surprised to read that the Cooker had closed their Hermitage location because they were trying to be a bit more “upscale”.  Every time I’ve been in a Cooker, there were enough kids in the place to give me a bad case of the heebie-jeebies and that’s certainly not going to change much by closing their one location where there weren’t a lot of kids.  The food is okay at the Cooker, though.  Nothing special, but usually dependable. 

The servers all think they’re meant for better things than serving food, but that’s becoming so common that I barely notice anymore except when I get an unusually obnoxious punk whom I threaten with a steak knife.

 

Cracker Barrel

            The food’s so-so and the atmosphere is loud, crowded, and a little bit too cutesy.  If you’re under 40, you’ll never know how good it used to be because it’ll never be that good again.  Everyone who works at Cracker Barrel has been promoted one level beyond that at which they were competent and now the place is nothing more than a “sit-down” McDonald’s.

 

Darfon’s

            Darfon’s is nothing if not dependable.  It’s not flashy, the menu hasn’t changed since the day before the Revolutionary War, but they’ve never screwed anything up on me, either.  It’s not loud, the servers don’t ignore you, you get your meals quickly, and they’re always good.  That’s dependable.  You might not have the dining experience of a lifetime at Darfon’s, but you won’t be disappointed, either.

 

Dragon Phoenix or China Buffet or Chinese Garden or Any Other Chinese Buffet

            I like these types of restaurants, but you have to believe me:  the only similarity between their food and real Chinese food is that you eat them both off a plate. 

Of course my wife, who actually happens to be Chinese, delights in telling me “That’s not the way we do it” anytime I get something, so she won’t go often.  Which pretty much means I won’t go often, either. 

 

El Mariachi

            Ordinary drinks.  So-so Mexican food.  Crappy booths.

 

Ellendale’s

            Foo-foo food to the max.  It’s not bad by any means; in fact, it’s pretty good, but it’s just so…so…small.  The old house the place is in is interesting, but it could use some sandpaper and a coat of paint.

 

F. Scott’s

            The chef here is a wizard and will gladly substitute his own creation for anything on the standard menu.  I sat down and told the server what I wanted.  I also told him I was on the Atkins Diet.  He said he’d take care of everything and when my dinner came, it was one of the best I’ve had in Nashville.  Get your wallet ready, but if you go after 9 PM, every entrée is half price.

 

Farooge Restaurant

            I like Farooge Restaurant even though it’s not really a restaurant.  It’s like a Subway but for Middle Eastern food like gyros, etc.  The food is good, but if you’re looking for ambience you won’t find it there.  Think Middle Eastern Burger King.

 

Fat Mo’s Burgers

            Frankly, I don’t see what all the hype is about.  The burgers are huge, no doubt about that, but they’re dry as a popcorn fart and the fries are limp.  And at Fat Mo’s, they use some kind of spice I can’t identify that’s really weird and makes everything taste funky.  I’ve tried to place it and all I can come up with is a mixture of paprika and somebody’s feet.  And it’s on everything, too. 

 

Friday’s

            To be honest, my memories of Friday’s come from my college days when I’d go down to West End on Thursday night and celebrate the coming of Friday at midnight while trying my best not to fall off a barstool. 

But since then, I’ve eaten there twice, and the food was okay—a little bit above the ordinary.  To me, Friday’s is a small step above places like O’Charley’s or Applebee’s but since I won’t go into an O’Charley’s or an Applebee’s anymore, Friday’s is okay with me.

 

Granite Falls

            If my wife has nothing to do some evening, she might read this little epistle, so I should start off by saying that she likes Granite Falls.  Personally, I don’t care if I ever darken their door again because I thought it was very ordinary, but you didn’t hear that from me.  The location’s nice, the food ranges from goofy (Rattlesnake Chicken Pasta or something like that) to bland (Chicken Sandwich with a spicy name but no actual spice at all), but in its defense, you can be in and out of there in 20 minutes.  By the way, while I’m at it, my wife’s never ordered anything in her life except salad, so I shouldn’t even take what she thought about Granite Falls into consideration.  And if she reads this far, I’m just kidding, honey.

 

Houston’s

            Houston’s is actually a pretty nice place.  The food is good, the service is great, and the prices, while not ridiculous, help keep the screaming kids factor to a minimum.  Kind of an upper-middle/lower-upper class O’Charley’s.  So in Nashville, Houston’s is a good bet.  I’ve also been to the one in Boca Raton where the food was equally good, but in that location I couldn’t even hear myself talk over the whining of all the transplanted New York Jews.

 

International Market and Restaurant

            Right around the Belmont Campus, this combination Asian market and restaurant serves fairly good Asian cuisine.  Some of it’s a little oily and some of it’s been Americanized to be a bit milder than it should be, but all in all, it’s excellent, especially for lunch.  They’ll also make you some things a la carte if you ask (like Pad Thai). 

The atmosphere’s not much, the plates are styrofoam, the utensils are plastic, but for the price, you can’t beat it.  The only thing I don’t like about this place is that it seems as if lunch only takes about 5 minutes to finish.

 

J. Alexander’s

            Actually J. Alexander’s is a pretty good restaurant.  It’s very cool-looking inside, I like those big ovens with the real wood fires that are displayed against the kitchen wall, and the food is very tasty.  The reason I ate at J. Alexander’s was because I wanted to go to lunch at the Orchid Thai Cuisine restaurant in the same strip mall, but they were closed that Sunday.  I can’t stand having my plans ruined, so I was already pissed off when I went into J. Alexander’s, but the atmosphere and the food put me in a much better mood, so I made the conscious decision (as opposed to an unconscious one) to like the place and I do.

 

Jersey Mike’s

            I’ve had a sub in Jersey.  Mike must be from Birmingham.

 

Kalamata’s

            Kalamata’s has pretty good food, but I don’t like the way they do things.  If you’re not a regular, you don’t have a clue what to do when you walk in the door.  You don’t know where to order, where to pick your food up, where to pay, when to pay—nothing.  They make you feel like an idiot.  I’ve been there twice and I still don’t know how to do it.  One day, I’m paying with my plate in my hand and another day, I’m supposed to wait and pay when I’m finished—all without a bill so I have to remember what exotic delicacy I asked for and tell whoever decides to bop over to the cash register.

They’re re-modeling the place now and I hope they decide to use servers because the cafeteria-style “what now” with people milling around looking for their order or somebody to give their money to doesn’t work. 

But anyway, this is supposed to be about food, and I like Kalamata’s food.  I don’t like the fact that they put their pita bread in a microwave instead of a real oven because it gets gummy instead of crispy, but they’re supposed to be the experts in Greek food, so if they want it gummy, who am I to correct them? 

One other thing:  they have a great selection of sodas.

 

Kabob Gyros and Italian Cuisine

            Okay, boys, one or the other.  Are you a Greek fast food joint or an Italian fast food joint?  Don’t know?  Well, let me tell you—you’re a Greek fast food joint.  Good Italian food ain’t fast.

The Middle Eastern food at this lunch counter, pick-up window hole in the wall isn’t too bad at all and they’ll add or omit anything you want them to if you can make them understand you.

It’s true that all these gyro shops, etc. are about the same, though.  It’s just fast food with a funny name—nothing to get excited about.

 

Kobe Steaks

            Kobe Steaks is actually just another Japanese steak house where the chef tries his best not to cut off his fingers with a cleaver the size of a water cooler while making confetti out of a chicken thigh, but it’s still very entertaining and the food is excellent.  I like it.  Except for the taking off your shoes and sitting with people you don’t know part.  That’s a little bit annoying.  When I have to pay $50 for dinner, I want my own table.

 

La Hacienda

            La Hacienda is growing into a chain and I can’t say I like that because usually it means the food quality is going to suffer, but it’s still my favorite Mexican restaurant even though I think they use more MSG than any Chinese restaurant I’ve ever been in.  The staff is friendly, efficient, they remember me, and the food is out of this world.  I even like the Margaritas and I hate Margaritas.  If the management can keep from getting greedy while opening up their other locations, it should stay reliable.

 

Las Palmas

            The food’s nowhere near as good as La Hacienda, but it’s a cooler-looking place if that impresses you.

 

Logan’s Roadhouse

            A friend of mine likes to call this place “Rogan’s Loadhouse.”  It’s another so-called steak house with a barrel of peanuts out front to fill you up before you get to the meal.  Ho-hum main courses and greasy side dishes.  Keep driving.

 

Mambu Cafe

            Mambu is a very cool place—but one of those places you wouldn’t go in unless a friend told you it was okay.  The food is “fusion” style and I’ve never been too sure what it’s supposed to fuse, but it was very good.  The portions were a little small, but Mambu’s not one of those “strap on the food bag” sort of places.  Anyplace where the servers takes 10 minutes to tell you what kind of waters they have should tip you off that you’re going to be hungry in a couple of hours, but you’re supposed to go there for the quality, not the quantity.  If a smorgasbord is your idea of a good time, stay out of Mambu, but if really excellent food means anything to you, I’d try it.  One thing, though.  They shouldn’t call a place that charges this much a café.

 

Midtown Cafe

            Sometimes, you go to a restaurant and everything is great; food, service, ambience, wine list, etc.  Then you go back a month later and it’s like the chef took the night off and left the janitor in charge of the kitchen.

That’s what happened to me at Midtown Café and it was a shame, too, because I really liked the place the first time around.  I had the pork loin both times; fantastic the first time, fishy-tasting and over-cooked the second time.  At the prices they charge, you should really expect a fantastic experience each and every time.

Also, they have something called “Snake River Farms Idaho Kobe Wagyu Beef Filet” on the menu.  Come on...it’s a steak, okay?  If you want to be pretentious and haughty, at least keep a chef on duty every night.

 

Mulligan’s Pub and Restaurant

            Puh-lease.  Sticking “Gallway” or “Gaelic” in front of American food doesn’t make it Irish.  How’s this for Irish fare:  “Chips, Cheese, and Salsa”?  What about “Mozzarella Cheese Sticks”?

            My poor grandfather’s probably spinning in his grave.

 

New Orleans Manor

            This place would deep-fry a phone book.  And buffet style doesn’t really adapt itself too well to fried food because no matter how they try, the food just sits in its own grease.  The next day you’ll have to buy a case of Clearasil to dry up your pores.  And the waiters annoy the shit out of you asking if you’d like to sample frog legs.  That’s disgusting.  Only an animal or a Frenchman would eat a frog’s leg.

 

Noshville

            Noshville calls itself a New York deli and it comes close…but no cigar.  Their breakfasts are excellent but a little pricey (something like $35 for two of us—breakfast and coffee) and their lunches are like stripped down versions of a real New York deli lunch.  I had a sandwich that was as dry as a powderhouse and potato salad that was evidently kept way too close to a piece of raw fish--smelled like it and tasted like it.  I was sick all afternoon.

 

Outback Steakhouse

            Never again.  It might look tasty, but a slab of salmon thicker than Bartlett’s Book of Quotations only means the outside is dry and the inside is raw.  And you could lubricate the Space Shuttle with the grease dripping off that “bloomin’ onion” thing.  For some reason, there was this fascination with Australia a few years ago because of that Crocodile Dundee jackass who kept popping up in everything from movies about angels to commercials for Japanese cars.  Hey, it’s an island in the middle of nowhere where England sent their criminals to breed…  That doesn’t impress me.  Screw Australia.

 

O’Charley’s

            Screaming kids.  Mediocre food.  Shitty service.  Inconsistent preparation.  If I thought the people who run O’Charley’s were really Irish, I’d be ashamed.  And adding an “O” to everything is also getting a little bit too cutesy for me.  O’forget it. 

 

Orchid Thai Cuisine

            Orchid Thai Cuisine was good Thai food, a good atmosphere, and pretty cool, I thought.  I mean Thai food is like every other kind of food—when it’s good, it’s good and there’s nothing else you can say about it.  None of the Thai restaurants in Nashville are what you’d call “to die for” but Orchid Thai is one of the best. 

 

P.F. Chang’s China Bistro

            I like P.F. Chang’s.  Especially the Kung Pao chicken, the spicy eggplant, and the lettuce wraps.  The servers all think they’re too smart and talented to be working there (Vanderbilt students, I guess) and one of the hostesses is so skinny she scares me, but this place is reliable and the food is interesting.  The only problem is that they keep telling me they don’t use MSG in their food.  Bullshit—there’s enough MSG in that stuff to build a sand castle.

 

Parco Café

            I don’t know….there’s something I really like about this place, but I can’t put my finger on it.  It’s in the Farmer’s Market and it’s a pain to get there, to eat there, to order there…you name it.  Also, I think Mr. Fu uses the crappy tuna instead of the albacore kind, because I can always taste it for the next 3 days, but it’s good so I keep getting it.  I want to try that frittata-like thing he makes, too, but I haven’t had a chance yet.  It takes him forever to fix a sandwich or a salad, but it’s worth the wait.  In fact, sometimes it’s worth the drive to get there…

            And the bread is always good, too—Tuscan peasant bread, I think.

But his deserts are amazing.  You’ve got to see them because they actually look better than they taste and they taste fantastic.  The fruit tea that Mrs. Fu whips up is supposed to be “to die for” stuff, too, but from what I can tell it’s just tea with some fruit floating around in it.  Nothing I could do at home could possibly be “to die for”.

 

Prime Cut

            I should have sued these sons of bitches for every dime they had.  The restaurant is two stories down from street level, the floors were slick with beef drippings and slobber, none of the lighbulbs in the stairwell worked, and my wife damn near broke her leg when she fell down the stairs.

And we couldn’t leave because we were in a group that took one of those idiotic limos to the place.  Limos.  Gimme a break.  “Oooooo.  You’ve got forty dollars…..”

So we ate there, me holding a towel full of ice on her leg most of the time because we were too polite to leave.  I don’t know if it was good or not and I don’t care because the only reason I’d go back in there would be to burn the place to the ground.

 

Provence Café

            As a rule, I don’t like places where there are no servers.  I hate lining up for food and I don’t like buying a sandwich that’s been wrapped in plastic and tossed into a cooler.  But Provence has artisan bread and that makes it worthwhile to eat there.  If it weren’t for that, the place would be just another pretentious Hillsboro Village eatery trying and failing to look authentic, but their bread is outstanding.  They have good cappucino, too.  You might be better off buying a baguette, taking it home, and making your own sandwich, but if you’re in the area anyway… 

 

Rafferty’s

            Rafferty’s is one of the few places in town that can actually screw up a hamburger so badly you can’t eat it.  If I ever go in there again, it’ll be to hide from the police.

 

Rice Bowl, Inc.

            Asian style food without the buffet table.  Not authentic, just Asian-style.  Oh, you can get authentic Asian food there, but you’ve got to walk into the place as a family.  And you have to be a family of Asians, too.  The day we were there, we ordered off the regular menu and it wasn’t bad, but about halfway through our lunch, an Asian family came in and got the royal treatment—table service, real plates, and everything.  I still don’t know how they did it.

            But here’s a little advice from my wife, who should know these things:  if an Asian restaurant advertises more than one style of food (for example, Korean & Japanese or Thai & Chinese), then none of them are any good.  And I’ve found that to be a pretty good rule.

 

Royal Thai Restaurant

            It’d take you a week just to read the entire menu, but the food is great.  And they’ll serve it to you “authentic Thai” if you ask them to.  I’m not sure what all the dishes are, but everything I’ve had there was good.  There’s one in Hermitage (where I went) and another downtown called “Express”—the “Express” doesn’t look good from outside, so I can’t vouch for it, but the one in Hermitage was outstanding.  Of course, you’ve got to like Thai food.  If your idea of Asian cuisine is LaChoy frozen egg rolls or an all you can eat Chinese Buffet restaurant, you might want to stick with a burger joint.

 

Ruby Tuesday

            Just chain food.  Not good, not bad.  Just food.  They play up their “Salad Bar” a lot, but it’s actually just lettuce and a couple of bowls filled with things tossed together with pasta and mayonnaise.  Still, it’s got O’Charley’s beat by a mile.

 

Rio Bravo

            Rio Bravo is kind of run-of-the-mill.  In fact, it’s so run-of-the-mill that I don’t even remember what I had the two times I was in there.  From what I can gather, Tex-Mex food is actually Mexican food but it’s not as spicy as Mexican food which makes it California food.  With beans.  Which is insane.  And which, by the way, is now closed.

 

SalaThai

            This place can call itself whatever they want, but I’m telling you right now that they don’t serve Thai food.  I don’t know what the hell you’d call it, but I’ve had real Thai food and this ain’t it.  Oddly enough, the real Thai food I had was in Atlanta…go figure.

            Anyway, I once asked the folks at SalaThai to just stir-fry some broccoli for me as a side dish and they said they couldn’t do it—didn’t know how.  You can take that for what it’s worth, but if you claim to be an Asian restaurant and you don’t know how to stir fry broccoli, something’s wrong.

 

Sam and Zoe’s

            Coffee houses have always bothered me because frankly, I can’t tell one cup of coffee from another.  Now, before you dismiss my opinion on Sam and Zoe’s, keep in mind that this flaw doesn’t automatically make me a Philistine; it just means that I cannot learn about coffee.   So… Sam and Zoe’s has coffee.  They also have bagels and again, a bagel is a bagel.  And it’s not like their bagels are homemade or anything like that—they come off a bread truck just like the ones at Kroger or Publix.  If you still think this is the 60’s and you wear tie-dyed shirts and bell bottom jeans, go ahead and eat there, but you’re going to have a helluva time parking the Lexus because their location sucks.

 

Siam Café

            No kidding—I’ve even forgotten eating there, but I know I did.  That means one of two things:  either it was bad or I’m in the early stages.  I prefer to believe the former.  It’s probably the latter.

 

Sola Mio

            I don’t know…

Sometimes a place has been built up so much that when you finally get around to eating there, they could have Pamela Anderson serve you naked and it still wouldn’t meet your expectations.

So, it was okay.  Nothing special, just okay.  Not bad by any means, just too typical for a typical Italian restaurant.  Whatever that means. 

By the way, it should be “Solo Mio”, not “Sola Mio”.  I guess the place is owned by a Hungarian.

 

Starbucks

            The one place where I can tell a difference in coffee is Starbucks, but I’m not at all sure it’s worth $4 a cup just so I can tell a little difference.  I honestly think Starbucks is just a trendy place to get a jolt of caffeine, but there are those among you who swear by it. 

One improvement they could make would be to buy a toaster—you can actually get something to eat there, which makes it good for breakfast or a light lunch, but only if you want to eat it cold.

 

Sutler

            The Sutler’s a dump with good “guy” food and hilarious waitresses who all look like your grandmother if your grandmother was a hooker.  You wouldn’t take your wife there, but then again, I don’t know your wife.  Anyway, it’s a good place for lunch.   I like the beer and cheese soup because it has a million calories and you don’t have to eat again until leap year.  The Sutler’s claim to fame at night is music—they always have some pretty good musicians and the food’s just there if you’re hungry.

 

Ted’s Montana Grill

            They serve bison at Ted’s and they’re really proud of it, too.  They’d probably be prouder if somebody in the place would learn how to cook the stuff so it doesn’t taste like roadkill.  Yeah, yeah, bison (buffalo) is supposed to be better for you than beef—and it probably is—but in order for it to be good for you, you’ve got to be able to choke it down and I couldn’t get that “bison burger” past my lips.  Oh, and if you order onion rings, better order again because I got 4 of them with my burger.  4 onion rings.  No damned wonder I felt something stick me in the back when I got the $31.04 bill…

 

Tin Angel

            The Tin Angel is what happens when people have more money than they have sense, but I guess even the hoi-polloi need a place to cackle about sprouts and balsamic vinaigrette.  The menu at this dump is ridiculous and the only people who go there more than once go because they think they should.  I went one Sunday for lunch and thought I’d stepped into a Fellini movie.  It was the “B” list from the Swine Ball.  I didn’t even know dead people could eat.  Except for people who wear tennis sweaters in June, no one in their right mind would go to this place. 

 

Yellow Porch

The menu in this place was really interesting for a change and the food was pretty good, too.  Their homemade soups (the Potato, Tomato Basil, Mediterranean Vegetable, etc.) are excellent and even if the food is a little on the “foo-foo” side, it’s well worth it.  I didn’t get to try out the bar but it looked great—large assortment, comfortable stools, etc.

You might get the idea when you go in that it was designed for old ladies to have “luncheons” there (and that does happen) but overall, you could do a lot worse than the Yellow Porch for lunch.  Another thing I like about it is that the portion size is just right.  I was having lunch there one Saturday and saw Ned Ray McWherter at a table against the wall--and we all know he’s not one to have a light lunch.

 

White Trash Café

            At least they got the name right.  It’s a “meat and three place” and they’re all the same.  You get a hunk of mystery meat and a spoonful each of three different greasy vegetables that all taste the same.  They toss two pieces of rock hard cornbread on top of it and you’re supposed to wolf the whole thing down in the 20 minutes you’ve got before you have to be back at work.  I’d rather eat a Snickers—more nutrition and fewer calories.

 

Zola’s

            Without a doubt, one of the few restaurants in Nashville that actually lives up to the hype and you actually do get a culinary tour of the Mediterranean at Zola’s.  I had paella—first time for me—and it was fantastic.  If I could change anything at Zola’s it would be the “Bread Patrol” because each time the girl would come around, she’d have a different kind of bread in the basket--I wanted to try them all.  Truthfully, from the salad to the desert, there wasn’t a single thing to complain about and normally I can find at least one thing.