Valerie Eagan M.
Yelp
Mediocre Club
If you're staying at this hotel, and you don't want to leave the building, then this is an OK option for you. I would still suggest checking out room service and Uber Eats and Door Dash first but if it's this or a pack of peanut butter crackers from the hotel grab n' go, then....maybe.
This was not the romantic evening out I'd planned for a Valentine's date night. It was Saturday, February 12, so I knew I needed to make a reservation somewhere well in advance and I needed to avoid common V-day trappings such as parking fees and prix fixe menus. I thought I'd done my homework.
The restaurant and bar are in the lobby of the Virgin Hotel on Music Row in Nashville. The website promised valet parking and $8 "towards" the valet (that is code for "the valet will cost more than that but we'll throw you an $8 bone.) We pulled up. There are multiple exterior doors. One is obviously the main entrance to the hotel. One actually had a sign above it that said "Common Club" AND there was a sidewalk sign for the valet at this door so we pulled up there and waited a second for someone. No valet in sight. So we waited another minute or two and just as I was beginning to get out and go look for someone, a guy walked up and asked if we were looking for the valet. Then we walked to the door labeled "Common Club" but it was locked. We walked down to the next door. Also locked. Finally, we walked all the way down to the main hotel entrance and realized we needed to come in that one.
You walk through the hotel lobby and then we arrived at the restaurant. A scantily-clad hostess greeted us with "do you have a reservation?" to which we replied "yes." She promptly led us to our table. The restaurant is fairly small -- a smallish bar area and then a dining area with maybe 15 tables with a mix of 2- and 4-tops, larger tables, a 5-person chef's table in the kitchen and the seating is a mixture of couches, velvet occasional chairs and hard, plastic dining chairs. We were seated at a 2-top. Although I didn't want a fixed price, special menu for our night, I was pleased to hear that there would be a few additional surprises to the standard menu when I made the reservation.
Upon being seated, we saw a QR code on the table that we were supposed to use to access the menu. I'll inject here that I am over the "abundance of caution" tactics that the pandemic introduced and it's time to get back to living and that means real menus. I'm OK if you just print out a simple piece of paper each day that is tossed and reprinted but I do not want to look at the menu on my phone. And I definitely do not want to have to log onto the hotel's wifi in order to access the menu. It's cumbersome and unwieldy.
Though at 50-60% capacity while we were there, the restaurant was never full. That doesn't explain why I felt the slightest bit rushed by our server. She asked if we wanted an appetizer and we declined. Of the six options, nothing really jumped off the page. I ordered a wedge salad ($14) and it was just OK. I will say the portion was large enough that I wound up sharing it with my husband.
The highlight and second-most weird thing that happened during the meal was a magician stopped by our table and performed a couple of tricks. He was hired by the restaurant to roam from table to table, I guess, and he made a stop at our table. It was bizarre but also a welcome diversion from an otherwise sterile and cold experience.
Our entrees were delivered. My husband got Lobster Spaghetti ($26) and I ordered the Herbed Gnocchi Pomodoro ($24). They were just OK. Portions were semi-fancy restaurant sizes (visible to the naked eye but not overly generous). He said his was OK. Mine was tolerable. The gnocchi was actually pretty good. The tomato sauce tasted like Chef Boyardee. If they actually made that back in the kitchen and didn't dump it from a can, then my apologies to the chef but it tasted overly sweet and highly processed.
As soon as we took our last bite, the server was back, not to refill our drinks but to ask if we needed anything else. She didn't offer dessert, I'm not sure they had dessert, but it was OK as we just wanted to cut our losses.
The weirdest thing that happened to us was the valet brought us the wrong car and then seemed a little confused and befuddled when we declined taking that one home. Then we stood there...for a good while....like 5-10 minutes...waiting on our actual car to be brought around. It was a fitting end to a weird evening.
Bottom line: Sir Richard Branson needs to pay a visit. I bet there was better in-flight service on his trip to space.
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