Lainey Wilson's Bell Bottoms Up - Review - Downtown - Nashville - The Infatuation

"When sitting underneath a pair of giant 3D sparkly pants rotating from the ceiling, you start to wonder if this is what Lainey Wilson meant when she called her bar Bell Bottoms Up. Because they’re certainly up there. But no matter how many items of clothing we’re forced to drink under (hats, mostly), it’s worth coming here for the food. It’s such a reprieve from what you’d normally find on Broadway—a.k.a. fried cheese and frozen chicken tenders—that we wouldn’t care if they served it in an old purse. Dip some boudin balls in dijon aioli while you contemplate heading downstairs to Bayou Keys, the dueling piano bar. It has a smaller version of the same menu, but a more intimate feel and swaps the cowgirl aesthetic for alligators." - Ann Walczak