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For Rock n' Roll, Ribs, and Reflection Part V

As you saw in the previous blog, For Rock n' Roll, Ribs, and Reflection Part IV, I had a jam packed day in Nashville. But I made sure not to miss the food. I only had breakfast and dinner but the choices I made left a lasting impression.

Loveless Café




 




Do you know what makes getting up at 5:30 a.m. on the first morning of your vacation, and then driving three hours in the car, worth it?? I do and it’s called the Loveless Café.


I don’t know if it is the lard or the Lord but something is in the food here. At first I thought it was crack. The food is so good here I imagined it to be as addictive, if not more, than drugs. The Loveless Café is known for the biscuits but I thought it was the pancakes that offered the most bang for their buck. There was a sweet and cake like quality about them and they went fast. I also tried the eggs and bacon. There is something about having bacon served to you that has been freshly smoked next door. The taste cannot be matched. Even the scrambled eggs were lighter and fluffier than I have ever had. 


Needless to say I found out about this place from Samantha Brown. Plus this is such a famous place it had been on both the Travel Channel and Food Network numerous times. The Café is the main building but it is part of a little village of shops and antiques.  


This place is so popular in fact that there could be a wait of several hours. Those of us in the know, which now includes you, know to call about an hour before you plan to arrive to put your name on an unofficially reservation list. This way when you get there you only have to wait about fifteen minutes. I went for breakfast and wish I had the time to swing back for dinner on my way out of Nashville. I imagine their fried chicken is to die for, right up there with Gus’s. Hopefully one day I will be able to report on that for sure.


Swett’s






This restaurant serves up some of the best food in Nashville, cafeteria style.  I tried the fried chicken (no Gus’s but still good), greens, Mac and cheese, cornbread muffin and banana pudding. It was all very tasty but I think the corn bread muffin was my favorite part. It was simply delicious. I like that this place was unassuming and served a good home cooked meal. 

It was a nice way to end our day in Nashville. Although if I am being honest, it wasn’t a place I would go back to. When I read about it I thought it would be a lot better. Since I hadn’t eaten at Gus’s or The Rendezvous yet, I had no idea what I was missing. If I were closer, I would have just gone back to the Loveless Café. But in Swett’s defense no meal could compare to the Loveless Café, especially in the same day. 



Stay tuned tomorrow for the conclusion of For Rock n’ Roll, Ribs, and Reflection!!!

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  1. A job well done! As Im reading along, I still cant believe that his is My Daughter writing all these amazing things. Keep up the great work.
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