Brian C.
Yelp
I knew we were in the touristy area of Nashville, and I tried to set my expectations accordingly. Even though the place looks like you could pick it up and drop it in the middle of the tackiest area of Wildwood, New Jersey, without anyone noticing, I figured, hey, how bad could it be? And we were hungry.
Their so-called Southern Cheeseburger may well be the worst cheeseburger I have ever had, and I'm not a young man. Bacon jelly really should be outlawed, though even doing that couldn't save this burger. My daughter went with some Caesar chicken wrap thing, and after taking a bite, she said, "Wow. Someone in the back REALLY likes mayonnaise." The nachos we risked for starters were, hands down, the strangest mixture of flavors I have ever experienced in a plate of something with that name.
The burger is the gift that keeps on giving; I am thankful for antacids.
No live music was playing while we were there, so I can't rate that alleged attraction. But there was plenty of generic country and forgettable pop blaring from the inescapable speakers. So, there's that, I guess.
I can forgive a trashy atmosphere (exemplified by the graffiti-laden women's bathroom, according to my daughter), but only if the food is decent. The food here isn't even remotely decent. If you go here, stick to the beer.
Two stars, but only because the waiter was quick and competent and reasonably polite. Otherwise, it'd be one star.