Saturday, September 25, 2010

Breakfast at the Loveless

Besides the obvious reasons, it's great to be back here in Nashville.  There's a lot of family buffoonery going on this weekend, so Reverend Dave drove up from Alabama last night and stayed here with me and the hippies (in case y'all were unaware, everyone in the family just refers to Amy & Scottie 'the hippies').

Anyhow, the original plan was to go to the Full Moon Pickin Party over at Edwin Warner park and spend the evening, and on Friday night, we had about eleven or twelve folks come over after the workday ended.  We planned on pre-gaming it here at the house for a couple of hours and then heading over to catch some beer and bluegrass in the great outdoors, but the inertia of an already-happening party conspired to keep us all here and goofing off until the wee hours.  Lots of food, drink, and smokeables were on hand, and although I couldn't participate fully, I still had a good time.

After the last of our guests left, we wrapped it up and called in a night sometime around 2:00 am.  But at 8:30 this morning, I got a wake-up call in the form of Amy standing in the bedroom doorway telling me to roll my passed-out carcass out of bed because we were going out to breakfast at the world famous Loveless Cafe and we had to get there before the usual weekend crowds started showing up.  About a minute-and-a-half later I was up, dressed, brushing my teeth, and wondering where I'd left my sandals.

Lucky for us, the Loveless is just a hop, skip, and a jump down the road from Amy & Scottie's place, so we piled into Reverend Dave's urban assault vehicle and were pulling into the parking lot just a couple minutes later.  As we got out of the truck, we were greeted by the always-welcome smell of breakfast over a campfire.  There's a smokehouse on premises, and besides the smell of the woodsmoke, you could also catch a whiff of ham/bacon/coffee coming from the kitchen, and it makes your mouth water--the best kind of sensory overload!

Also lucky for us, we got there early enough that we didn't have to wait for a table--we were seated immediately, just as soon as we made our way inside.

The waiter gave us our menus, but the first order of business was coffee and some of their famous biscuits (as seen on the Travel Channel, I believe).  Here's a little food pr0n for you degenerates:

Believe me, the biscuits live up to the secret-recipe hype--they are simply outstanding.  And with each plateful, they bring three different kinds of homemade preserves; strawberry (excellent), peach (even better), and blackberry (the consensus favorite).

While noshing on our biscuits and sipping our piping-hot coffee, we finally decided on what to have for breakfast.  Scottie went with the pit-cooked pork BBQ and eggs, and he got some ridiculously good cheese grits with his meal:

Reverend Dave had the country ham & eggs with redeye gravy.  That stuff in the lower-left corner is the hashbrown casserole.  It's so damn good, and if I had no self-control, I'd want to eat it every day for breakfast.

Amy went old-skool with French toast and bacon, and although it was very tasty, she said that next time she's gonna just go with biscuits and get other stuff a la carte.  Biscuits and French toast might be just a little too much bread at breakfast.  Otherwise, she really liked it.

Of course, I had to go with my usual breakfast menu measuring stick--chicken fried steak and eggs.  Yeah, it was good.  And yeah, it's better than the Peppermill.  And the Peppermill doesn't have hashbrown casserole, either.  I couldn't finish it, as hungry as I was, but one of the cool side effects of all the time in the hospital is a loss of appetite, so I only made it about a third of the way through this meal before waving the white flag.

Overall, the food was very good, as was the service.  The Loveless is a pretty well-known Tennessee landmark, and it gets very busy.  And there's a reason for that--it's a damn good restaurant.  Our timing was perfect, because by the time we finished our breakfast, the crowds were lining up outside.

The restaurant, although located a good bit away from the city, is still a great destination.  It's right off of the Natchez Trace, and if you feel like taking a nice drive in the country, the Loveless is a good place to start or end your journey.  Lots of folks on motorcycles use it as a rendezvous spot.

After paying for the meal, we wandered around a bit outside--there are picnic tables and swings and such, plus there's a general store and gift shop if you want to get some of those homemade preserves to go.  We didn't do any shopping, but opted to head back to the house instead.  It was such a nice fall morning that we sat out on the back patio drinking coffee and and enjoying the weather--altogether a great way to kick off a lazy Saturday.


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