Let’s see, where did we leave off?
After amazing drinks at Patterson House; we crashed hard at the hotel.
But don’t you worry, we were up bright and early for breakfast.
Having been here once before, I knew Noshville was a must-stop on our tour of eats.
A Nashville staple, Noshville boasts authentic NY-style deli sandwiches, soups and a delicious full-service breakfast.
Who doesn’t like a talking pickle?
Still on biscuit overload from this magic, I opted for an egg, bacon and Munster cheese sandwich on rye bread (with fruit and 2987 cups of coffee). Yes, I’d say that did the trick. Noshville, you delicious minx, I will be back for your Turkey Reuben, which is drool-worthy.
Properly fueled, off we went to the Country Music Hall of Fame, y’all!
We made sure to check out all our favorites, including Dolly Parton. Fun side story: one summer, Liz and I drove cross-country; one of our stops was Dollywood. It was 900 degrees and ride lines were insane. The Dolly Museum, however, was awesome trip down Dolly lane. It was great to her again (in museum form). We read up on her notes and learned fun facts about her song-writing.
As my friend Liz puts it, “Dolly Parton’s music soothes my soul”. Well-said.
Dolly for President.
After getting our country music education, it was time for fried chicken. Obviously.
After talking to folks in Nashville about “Nashville” food; we came to realize that it’s not really a BBQ town (that’s Memphis) but it is a home-cookin’ kind of town. And home-cookin’ means Fried Chicken, specifically, Hot Chicken. What’s Hot Chicken you ask? Just spicy-as-all-get-out fried chicken. Why yes, I think we could get into that. People have their favorite locations; but we were recommended to Hattie B’s Chicken.
Hattie B’s is a walk-up and order counter with a few tables inside and a huge enclosed porch outside. …and a liquor license. Beer is an essential in my book to have with fried chicken.
We reviewed the chalkboard menu for a while, the Hot chicken choices were:
Southern (No heat)
Mild or Medium (touch of burn)
Hot (Just right)
Damn Hot (firestarter)
I opted for a breast/wing combo MEDIUM with (surprise!) my sides of pimento macaroni & cheese and collard greens. Liz went for the original HOT tenders with coleslaw and fries. We both tried new-to-us beer: canned Brown Ale for her, local Jackalope beer for me.
We settled outside and waited for the kind servers to bring out our chicken. It wasn’t long before this was in front of us: Holy Hot Chicken, this was AMAZING. I loved every, spicy, crunchy, moist, tender bite. I’m a heat wimp so Medium was almost more than I could handle, but in a hurts-so-good way. Liz’s HOT was, um HOT. Too hot for me to even get a bite down, but Liz managed to get through alot of it before admitting defeat (side note: two hours later she said she was getting feeling back in her face, win!) Seriously the spice coating was perfect and the chicken itself was probably the best chicken I’ve had this year, including this little darling.
The sides were definitely the bit players here; but I enjoyed both my mac and cheese and collards. I don’t love pimento cheese (apologies to you Southern readers who can drink it with a straw) but the flavor of the mac and cheese was just mellow and good, as it should be. If you are in Nashville, you must, must stop at Hattie B’s, OK? For me?
Evilly Conveniently, there’s a Gigi’s Cupcakes next door. It would be rude not to patron Hattie B’s neighbor, right? Right. I had the Margarita cupcake. It was the perfect post-chicken foil. Tangy and citrusy with a dreamy, slightly tart cream cheese icing. BTW, do you feel like you’re inside this cupcake? Sheesh, one of these days, I will learn photography (sigh).
After eating all the food in Nashville, we rolled on down to the Bluebird Cafe! We waited about 30 minutes outside to get in (a record for Bluebird; as most nights are sold out or the line is pretty deep). We chatted with the bouncers about their favorite Nashville eats (of course); and Arnold’s Country Kitchen and Edley’s are now high on our “next time” list.It was Open Mic night at Bluebird for the early set. Musicians of all kinds threw their name in a hat; and if it was pulled; they got to play one song. Liz and I had great seats right at the bar; and enjoyed the set of live music from all types of musicians. Some were better than others, some were just ok, and some you knew had real talent. A unique experience, we both loved it.
After listening to music, we called it a night. There was more eating to be done the next day! Liz had heard delicious things about Puckett’s Grocery and Restaurant. Part country store (in an urban setting), part music venue and all food. On a Tuesday morning, Puckett’s was busy but not packed. Their coffee was good and their menu looked mouth-watering. One guess on what I ordered? Yup, that would be the Southern Stack: A fried egg over shredded smoked pork on two sweet potato pancakes (with a few fried apples thrown in). I was envisioning more of a sweet potato latke; but this regular (sweet potato) pancake was more than okay with me. This dish was the perfect combination of sweet, salty and savory. The fruit was just for looks.
Naturally, Liz got a biscuit.
And no, they did not have macaroni and cheese on the breakfast menu.
Trivia: How many plates of macaroni and cheese were ordered in Nashville?
Don’t forget there are two Nashville posts….