Comment Archives: Locations: Restaurants: 2 Stars
Re: “Mary's Old Fashioned Pit Barbecue”
i was dying to try this spot, as i was just craving some real deal barbeque. so, i drove on down to this spot and made my order. i'll try and be brief.
i could write about 5 paragraphs, but let me just encapsulate, and save you some time: first off, it was way expensive for 'neighborhood barbecue'.
a half slab of ribs, a fried catfish sandwhich, and 3 very CHINCY dixie cup size sides (beans, potato salad, and corn bread), was $26.73...OUCH!!
before leaving, i looked in to the bag and went over my order with the lady, to make sure everything was in the bag, but somehow, when i got home, i realized she forgot to put the barbecue sauce in with the ribs. no sauce? OUCH!!
i actually had to go out again to Kroger and get some. no excuse for this oversight. OUCH!!
my girlfriend said that good ribs should be 'fall-off-the-bone tender', but these were far from it. i had the fried catfishfish sandwhich, which was fair, a portion more than i could eat...but without the pickles and hotsauce, it was like eating two pieces of cornmeal-dipped cardboard on wonder bread.
bottom line: WAY TOO MUCH MONEY FOR SUCH AN EXPERIENCE. for this price, you could share appetizers at J. Alexander's. Or stuff your faces at Las Palmas, and have money left over toward a movie...
forget it...
Re: “Jim 'N' Nick's Bar-B-Q”
very average BBQ. The nachos are good, albeit a rip from the Memphis joints. Bynum's BBQ in Memphis has the best BBQ potatoes. but the bottom line is that the meat is average and I cannot get past my intro to the original Jim n Nicks in BHM years ago...they served me a sliced pork sandwich - the horror!
Re: “Demos' Steak And Spaghetti House”
Demo's is a restaurant that is decent but is stuck in the 1980s. It's also a little on the heavy/high-fat side. It's not bad, but there are lots and lots of better choices in the same price range. If your idea of a good meal is meat-and-starch, you might find it OK, but the problem is it's not even really high-quality meat-and-starch like you'd find at a high-end steakhouse. It's just ... OK. No dish contains any ingredient that could not have been obtained at a Nashville supermarket 30 years ago. If you are looking for a menu that acknowledges that American cuisine has undergone a revolution since cheese toast and chicken-salad-in-a-pineapple was new and exciting ... look elsewhere.
Re: “Nuttin' But Wings”
If you have a Super Bowl Party order your wings from somewhere else. I placed an order for 100 wings the Friday before the game and asked they be ready by 4pm. When I went to get them I had to wait 2 1/2 hours before they were ready. The owner of the restaurant had an attitude of not caring.
Next time I'll go to Wing Basket
Rating Detail:
Food: 2
Service: 1
Atmosphere: 1
Value: 2
Overall: 2
Re: “South Street Original Crab Shack, Smokehouse And Treehouse Oyster Bar”
I returned to South Street after several years to only to be severely disappointed by the food we ordered.. My parents were visiting from out of town so I wanted to treat them to a "Nashville favorite" and it was anything but that.. Three of us ordered the pumped chicken and it was so dry that after several bites we were all finished. I don't remember the pumped chicken being so unappetizing in the past..My father ordered a steak..well-done. When it came, it very rare, almost raw, and he said that it was the worst steak he had ever had. It was so tough that it was hard to cut. The manager was kind enough to take it off the bill since it took a while to re-cook the meat. Overall, the service was very good and they did try very hard to please...I only hope that this night was an exception. We would hate to end our visits to South Street.
Rating Detail:
Food: 2
Service: 5
Atmosphere: 5
Value: 2
Overall: 2
Re: “Frothy Monkey”
Most of the food was mediocre at best.I did see the GFS truck out back.The food was getting really fine then all of a sudden the muffins were life OTIS SPUNKMEYER'S.What a shame .I thought I had found a place like I was used to in the midwest with honest baking and ingredients. Wont go back to a place gpoing backwards.
Rating Detail:
Food: 1
Service: 1
Atmosphere: 1
Value: 1
Overall: 2
Re: “Jonathan's Grille”
Jonathans has always been one of my fave restaurants. Yesterday we went to the one in Bellevue and it had changed to AJ's. Was not as good, prices higher and no beer specials except $2 bottles after 10. Nachos for $8 was pitiful and you hardly even got any.
Not impressed
Rating Detail:
Food: 3
Service: 4
Atmosphere: 4
Value: 2
Overall: 2
Re: “Rumours Wine And Art Bar [Closed]”
I went to rumors last night. I was very dissapointed with it. My friend said it was a great place for mussels. First I thought it was a very high priced restaurant for the amount of food that they give you. We ordered the cheese platter. This came with a few crackers and some slices of cheese and bread. The crackers and the bread were unimpressive and dry. The cheese was tasty. The mussels tasted good but were not out of this world. In all we had two glasses of wine, the cheese and crackers and two orders of mussels (all appetizers) and the bill was $73.00!! I will not go back there. The service was good.
Rating Detail:
Food: 2
Service: 4
Atmosphere: 4
Value: 1
Overall: 2
Re: “French Quarter Cafe [Closed]”
The food was not authentic and it did not taste good at all. I had what they claim to be a Po'boy with shrimp and it was disgusting. The shrimp were bland.
Rating Detail:
Food: 1
Service: 1
Atmosphere: 3
Value: 2
Overall: 2
Re: “Brewhouse 100”
Do you like Flies at a Restaurant? If you do; come to this restaurant. They have the door open for the smokers at the bar. Service was horrible. I ate there 18 hours ago and I still have a stomach ache. If you like Harley Davidson motorcycle people; come to this restaurant.
Rating Detail:
Food: 2
Service: 1
Atmosphere: 1
Value: 1
Overall: 2
Re: “Brewhouse 100”
Do you like Flies at a Restaurant? If you do; come to this restaurant. They have the door open for the smokers at the bar. Service was horrible. I ate there 18 hours ago and I still have a stomach ache. If you like Harley Davidson motorcycle people; come to this restaurant.
Rating Detail:
Food: 2
Service: 1
Atmosphere: 1
Value: 1
Overall: 2
Re: “Bricks Café”
Kind a a big black box room with little to no atmosphere.
Food is decently priced and the menu is HUGE.
If you want a nice relaxed meal, this is not the place. Once the food is delivered, I think they start a clock in the back to see how quickly they can get you out of the place. Once the check comes, better have you glass full because the refills stop.
Don't even ask for a party of 6. I think it overloads their system.
Rating Detail:
Food: 3
Service: 2
Atmosphere: 2
Value: 2
Overall: 2
Re: “Watanabe”
The atmosphere and decoration of Watanabe are nice and new looking. The service was not bad, but it wasn't necessarily good. The food and drinks came in good time, but the server just seemed to be dreading his time there. The food was bad. I have pork fried rice in February. In that rice were fava beans and corn. Those ingredients lead me to believe they are frozen. It was underseasoned, and just did taste like a nine dollar bowl of fried rice. Potstickers were okay, didn't appear to be made in house.
Rating Detail:
Food: 1
Service: 3
Atmosphere: 4
Value: 3
Overall: 2
Re: “Sperry's Restaurant”
Sperry's is a celebrated Nashville landmark, which after 24 years of living in Nashville, I visited for the first time Saturday evening. We were celebrating a birthday, so we made reservations for 6:15. We were not shown to a table until nearly 7pm, and we watched as several other lare parties (we had 6) were seated before us. Perhaps we didn't reak of aged green Benjamins like the regulars.
When we did inquire, the manager acted as if nothing were wrong. When we finally sat down, it was at a table slam up against the bar. We couldn't hear each other for the Burberry and Louis Vuitton laiden coquettes cackling enough to get attention from across Harding! We were constantly bumped into, once by (I kid you not) a lady with short sleeves and a mink stole! This may be outside of the restaurant's control, but still killed the experience.
We hiked across the obstacle course of tables, chairs, and rude servers in a rush to get to the salad bar. Once there we found unkept, not-so-fresh fare. Brown lettuce was not a good start.
Between us we ordered a couple filets, a strip, a ribeye, and two fish plates. The Salmon and Trout were great, so props! The steaks, however...one actually looked up at us to say "Mooo" (once it came out 20 minutes after the other entrees). The others were too charred to talk. The filets were poorly trimmed and had balls of dense fat still attached. The twice-baked potato was fantastic, but then, how hard is that?
The savior of the whole thing was that all the entrees were half off in February. We would not have paid $30 for those filets-EVER. For $15,-fine, but Texas Roadhouse does it better and cheaper. I frankly, don't see the draw of the regulars. It will be at least another 24 years before I return.
Rating Detail:
Food: 3
Service: 2
Atmosphere: 1
Value: 2
Overall: 2
Re: “Pfunky Griddle”
The Pfunky Griddle is set in a house, and has the sort of quaint ambience that makes you want to like it; attractive, in spite of the jungle mural motif painted on walls that look to have once been the bedrooms of a few 5 and 6 year old children.
I am seated pretty quickly, and as I’m seated the hostess turns on a griddle at my table. Whoa. I didn’t know the Griddle in The Pfunky Griddle would be one at my own table. I looked around and noticed there was a large griddle in the middle of each table. The mother and daughter at the table next to me seemed to be enjoying their griddle. So I decided to go with it. I figured maybe it’d be something like an experience at The Melting Pot or a Japanese restaurant like Benihanas. It wasn’t.
The waitress gives me a menu and explains to me when I tell her I’ve never been to The Pfunky Griddle “we provide you your batter and materials to make your own pancake, French toast, or eggs.” The wheels in my head start turning. I’m bummed—because I was in one of those rare moods to get pancakes, but I had no desire to cook them. I’m more an egg girl. But then she tells me I’ll have to make my own eggs, and there aren’t any omelets on the menu anyway. They do have potatoes, grits, and a few other sides that you don’t have to cook. I figured I would do less damage making French toast than pancakes (which, let’s be honest, are NOT easy to make which is why people go to a restaurant to get them!), and I can’t have breakfast without eggs so I ordered one egg. I wanted to eat at least one thing that I didn’t have to cook myself, so I ordered potatoes.
The waitress disappears and arrives back with a plastic blue plate and a big black spatula--my utensils. She also has the smallest cup of coffee I’ve ever seen outside of a fun house. And I’ve actually never been to a fun house, so it was the smallest cup of coffee I’ve ever seen.
As I’m waiting for my food to come out, I check out my table. My griddle is making me a little bit hot, and I notice the table has vegetable spray, salt, paper, and sugar. Soon, the waitress comes out. “here’s your egg.” She meant it quite literally. She presented me an egg, in its shell, nesting in a bowl. It was topped by another bowl. You haven’t been disappointed with what you ordered in a restaurant until a waitress comes out to you and says here’s your egg and quite literally gives you an egg.
“And here’s your French toast.” She slides a bowl of some mixture and a plate of wheat bread on my table, and prepares to leave. “Sooo,” I say tentatively, “do I just spray this vegetable spray on the griddle?” “Oh!” she says, “I can do that for you!”. I’m thinking I’m the one who just left home to eat, I really would like them to cook the entire meal for me instead of just spraying my griddle.
She sprays my griddle thoroughly, then turns to leave again. “So how long should I cook this?” I ask, pointing to my French toast. I’m a pretty good cook, but I can screw up members of the pancake, French toast, waffle family something terrible. “Oh, however long you want. The griddle’s pretty hot.” I’m the one sitting in front of the griddle, I know how hot it is. She leaves.
Left alone, I start problem solving. Okay. I decide to make my egg first. I break the egg, use some of the milk that the waitress had brought for my coffee, and salt and pepper. I mix up the egg with my fork—that I’ll eventually be eating my food with. Then I change tasks and focus on my French toast. I dip my bread in the French toast mixture (which I assume is made of egg and cinnamon). Eventually, I’ve filled my griddle with bread dipped in the egg and cinnamon batter. I figure I may as well cook my lonely looking egg. My breakfast potatoes arrive, and it turns out they’re mashed. I’m slightly disappointed because I was kinda’ craving some hash browns. I’m starting to think these folks object to having to stand over a griddle or grill themselves. The waitress hasn’t picked up my mess yet—my leftover egg shell, my batter for my French toast, and all the plates I have left over.
I put my egg on the griddle, and I will admit an egg does well to be spread out on a griddle. I eat my egg. It is tasty! This isn’t really surprising, however, because I make a tasty egg at home. My French toast is o-kay. It’s not great, but that’s not really my fault. I don’t think the batter is that great---which is actually pretty annoying since their one job is to make the batter.
By this point, I’m just thinking this is a silly idea. Silly as daycares that spell kids K-I-D-Z or call themselves something like Kiddie Kollege. Misspelling words for a business advantage is silly, and this concept is silly. It’s as if the laziness of them not having to cook is just contagious, and gets into everything. The waitress doesn’t refill my coffee cup or bring me water. When I finally ask for more coffee, she brings me cold coffee. And my entire meal I stared at the refrigerator so I could see them storing the store-bought orange juice.
One of my favorite words is trifling. It’s a word that captures a combination of laziness, thoughtlessness, and silliness. It’s one of the world’s best words in my opinion, particularly because there are some things that are just such a bizarre combination of lazy, thoughtless, and silly that they just have to be described as trifling. And so is The Pfunky Griddle. I think the concept in some ways could have potential. But I don't think it's there yet. Perhaps they should let Parliament keep the P-funk..
P.S. All this being said, if you have a kid I could see how this could be a good time.
Rating Detail:
Food: 2
Service: 2
Atmosphere: 2
Value: 2
Overall: 2
Re: “Pfunky Griddle”
The Pfunky Griddle is set in a house, and has the sort of quaint ambience that makes you want to like it; attractive, in spite of the jungle mural motif painted on walls that look to have once been the bedrooms of a few 5 and 6 year old children.
I am seated pretty quickly, and as I’m seated the hostess turns on a griddle at my table. Whoa. I didn’t know the Griddle in The Pfunky Griddle would be one at my own table. I looked around and noticed there was a large griddle in the middle of each table. The mother and daughter at the table next to me seemed to be enjoying their griddle. So I decided to go with it. I figured maybe it’d be something like an experience at The Melting Pot or a Japanese restaurant like Benihanas. It wasn’t.
The waitress gives me a menu and explains to me when I tell her I’ve never been to The Pfunky Griddle “we provide you your batter and materials to make your own pancake, French toast, or eggs.” The wheels in my head start turning. I’m bummed—because I was in one of those rare moods to get pancakes, but I had no desire to cook them. I’m more an egg girl. But then she tells me I’ll have to make my own eggs, and there aren’t any omelets on the menu anyway. They do have potatoes, grits, and a few other sides that you don’t have to cook. I figured I would do less damage making French toast than pancakes (which, let’s be honest, are NOT easy to make which is why people go to a restaurant to get them!), and I can’t have breakfast without eggs so I ordered one egg. I wanted to eat at least one thing that I didn’t have to cook myself, so I ordered potatoes.
The waitress disappears and arrives back with a plastic blue plate and a big black spatula and the smallest cup of coffee I’ve ever seen outside of a fun house. And I’ve actually never been to a fun house, so it was the smallest cup of coffee I’ve ever seen. Then the waitress goes back to her standing area.
As I’m waiting for my food to come out, I check out my table. My griddle is making me a little bit hot, and I notice the table has vegetable spray, salt, paper, and sugar. Soon, the waitress comes out. “here’s your egg.” She meant it quite literally. She presented me an egg, in its shell, nesting in a bowl. It was topped by another bowl. You haven’t been disappointed with what you ordered in a restaurant until a waitress comes out to you and says here’s your egg and quite literally gives you an egg.
“And here’s your French toast.” She slides a bowl of some mixture and a plate of wheat bread on my table, and prepares to leave. “Sooo,” I say tentatively, “do I just spray this vegetable spray on the griddle?” “Oh!” she says, “I can do that for you!”. I’m thinking I’m the one who just left home to eat, I really would like them to cook the entire meal for me instead of just spraying my griddle.
She sprays my griddle thoroughly, then turns to leave again. “So how long should I cook this?” I ask, pointing to my French toast. I’m a pretty good cook, but I can screw up members of the pancake, French toast, waffle family something terrible. “Oh, however long you want. The griddle’s pretty hot.” I’m the one sitting in front of the griddle, I know how hot it is. She leaves.
Left alone, I start problem solving. Okay. I decide to make my egg first. I break the egg, use some of the milk that the waitress had brought for my coffee, and salt and pepper. I mix up the egg with my fork—that I’ll eventually be eating my food with. Then I start dipping my bread in the French toast mixture made out of I assume egg and cinnamon. Eventually, I’ve filled my griddle with bread dipped in the egg and cinnamon batter. I figure I may as well cook my lonely looking egg. My breakfast potatoes arrive, and it turns out they’re mashed. I’m slightly disappointed because I was kinda’ craving some hash browns. I’m starting to think these folks object to having to stand over a griddle or grill themselves. The waitress hasn’t picked up my mess yet—my leftover egg shell, my batter for my French toast, and all the plates I have left over.
I put my egg on the griddle, and I will admit an egg does well to be spread out on a griddle. I eat my egg. It is tasty! This isn’t really surprising, however, because I make a tasty egg at home. My French toast is o-kay. It’s not great, but that’s not really my fault. I don’t think the batter is that great---which is actually pretty annoying since their one job is to make the batter.
By this point, I’m just thinking this is a silly idea. The Pfunky Griddle isn’t clever, it’s just silly. Silly as daycares that spell kids K-I-D-Z or call themselves something like Kiddie Kollege. Misspelling words for a business advantage is silly, and this concept is silly. It’s as if the laziness of them not having to cook is just contagious, and gets into everything. The waitress doesn’t refill my coffee cup or bring me water. When I finally ask for more coffee, she brings me cold coffee.
One of my favorite words is ‘trifling’. It’s a word that captures a combination of laziness, thoughtlessness, and silliness. It’s one of the world’s best words in my opinion, particularly because there are some things that are just such a bizarre combination of lazy, thoughtless, and silly that they just have to be described as trifling. And so is The Pfunky Griddle. In my experience, this restaurant was as trifling as spelling funky with an unnecessary P. Perhaps they should let Parliament keep the P-funk.
P.S. All this being said, if you have a kid I could see how this could be a good time.
Rating Detail:
Food: 2
Service: 2
Atmosphere: 3
Value: 2
Overall: 2
Re: “Lime [Closed]”
The owners of Virago bring you a sassy latin inspired lounge. The atmosphere is a Miami wanna-be hang out. The food is one of the worst on the city and way over priced. If you're gonna go, go on a full stomache.
Rating Detail:
Food: 1
Service: 3
Atmosphere: 4
Value: 1
Overall: 2
Re: “tayst [closed]”
I applaud Tayst for thinking outside of the box, however, execution leaves a lot to be desired. Some of the more interesting combination ideas on the menu were the PBJ Duck and the blue cheese ice cream grass fed steak. Our party started with a cheese plate sampler. While the cheeses were good, the portion size was fit for a doll house. I ordered the blue cheese ice cream steak because I thought the juxtaposition of hot and cold was intriguing and innovative.However, what it amounted to was a $35 cold steak as the ice cream sucked all the heat from the meat. My friend ordered the bison steak, once again served in a puddle of cold gazpacho with the same result, a cold piece of meat which proved that there was a reason that the culinary idea of mixing hot and cold was abandoned a long time ago. The only thing edible was my wife's scallops and a great selection of wine. I can't say that it was a completely unenjoyable experience though because the conversation about how bad the combinations turned out to be lasted well into the next week. We will most likely go back to Tayst as a wine bar but not as a restaurant.