Sitting in a storied eatery of music city off highway 100, preparing for gastronomical bliss. . .
The table clothes are what I would call blue gingham, but what I've learned is actually "clover checked," and were vinyl laminated which is usually a tell tale sign of good food, and sticky fingers to come. Each table was topped with a bottle of Sorghum Molasses, a bottle of Honey, and various hot sauces, along with and advertisement that simply said "got biscuits?" I'd heard the biscuits were good here. . That was an understatement.
The Loveless Cafe was referred to me by Beverly, in the office this week, here in Nashville. Down here, there are a number of
meat and three's, and having just being introduced to the concept I was in rush to exhaust the possibilities and find the very best one in Nashville. Somehow the topic of fried chicken came up. . We talked about
Barbara's Homecookin, I had been there the day before and it WAS DELICIOUS. . then talk switched to the now defunct White Trash Cafe, before Beverly said, "well. . you should take her to The Loveless Motel for chicken and biscuits"
Something about a hotel being called "loveless" along with the mention of biscuits was enough to inspire a 40 minute detour. . I must be clear. . it is NOT a meat and three. . it does, however, have a blue plate special.
After the first bite , I realized that they had pretty much redefined the role of the biscuit in my life. They were so light and fluffy, and warm. . like a little cloud of comfort for my taste buds. . They came accompanied by a small assortment of preserves. The peach preserves tasted how I imagine honey would taste if it were mixed with gold and happiness. When i read the placemat I realized that the biscuit recipe had been passed down for over fifty years. It's a secret recipe, and with good reason. Please God don't ever let me get my hands on that recipe.. you'll have to roll me down the street. I had eaten two whole biscuits before I'd even had a chance to order.
I'll keep the part about the fried chicken brief. . it is the best ever anywhere. . I don't care what ?uest says about blue ribbon.
I must linger on the banana pudding. . this is not some instant powder, nilla wafer confection. This is the REAL DEAL. . It evoked tiramisu. . the wafers (which were. . I repeat NOT vanilla wafers. . at least none that I've ever had) were soaked in something delicious, there were chunks of real banana and the whip cream on top had to be flavored with SOMETHING. . if only I hadn't been so busy inhaling it. . I might be able to tell you with what. .
It suffices to say, if you come to Nashville, and don't eat here you run the very high risk of having lived and incomplete and disappointing life. . Don't say I didn't warn you.