Chip E.
Yelp
I see a common theme starting. I've only wrote one review before and it was a few years back,but after my experience last night I felt compelled to share. I was walking with a friend to Printers Alley we are both born and raised in Nashville and have been down there many times ( Blues Bar has always been great btw ). My friend and I were deciding which bar to go and I said "I want to sing karaoke!" Well there was 2 patrons outside the front door,plus a 70ish doorman. One of the patrons spoke up stating: " This is the best karaoke bar in Nashville! It has some great singing." To which I replied in a normal friendly tone: "What if you're a shitty singer?" The guy didnt hear me good,and asked what i said. However the doorman was already replying (to a conversation he is not a part of) "Ms.Kellis around the corner". I dont pay it any attention and respond to the patron repeating my question. To which he laughs and says that he is up next and he cant sing and we should come in. The doorman in the meantime has already repeated his statement a second and third while we was talking. I'm wondering why he keeps talking to people who arent talking to him, but pay it no mind. The patron seemed like a good dude and seemed so passionate about us coming in I didnt want to say no. So I said we will come in,but we are going to run up here for a second. After seeing Printers Alley was dead (Sunday) we decide to return to Lonnies. When we came out of the Alley and started that way (you're about 60 yards away from Lonnies door at that point id say) the old man sees us coming and immediately gets up off his stool and disappears inside the door, only to reappear in about 2 seconds. He had removed the doorstop and pulled the door. I sense his obvious disapproval, but still think surely he wouldn't turn us away as we were not drunk,loud or rude. I walk up to him and ask can I go in because he is blocking the door. He stammers and mutters something about full capacity. To which i look in and the place being generous is a 1/3 full, closer to 1/4. I then ask you really dont want us in there do you? He again stammers for a b.s. excuse saying something about closing in a few minutes anyway (it was around 12:30 and they close at 3a.m.) Knowing full well I would be a fool to waste anymore oxygen on him, I just chuckled in the kind of manner of disbelief and chagrin and walk away. So as you see this guy is a mfing cock turd whore fuck, like the majority of reviewers have stated already. Now I know who cares, it's whatever right. Well I cringe at the thought of tourists visiting "The Athens of the South" and getting such dicksnot service and concluding that Nashvillians are all urine soaked shitty pussies slut dicks. When the truth is aside from the abundance of great music, Nashville is known for its courteous polite citizens that exemplify Southern Hospitality. So if you see this morose salty ball ass cunt whore masquerading as a doorman, let him know that when I left and screwed his wife. I knocked so much dust off that catchers mitt that I thought I was over seas fighting Al Qaeda in a sum bitchin sandstorm I tell ya what! Reminding myself to clean my weapon daily to ensure reliability! Yall take care now, ya hear?