We chose chocolate stout cake with pretzel crumbles and, what I think, was a yoghurt icing. I rather enjoyed listening to our waitress’ clear and comprehensive descriptions of the desserts on offer they aren’t written down. The pickled strawberries were an interesting addition, and the egg’s yolk tied it all up rather well. They weren’t bulbs of garlic but instead the shoots, which tasted like the offspring of an asparagus and garlic romance.
We also had green garlic with poached egg and pickled strawberries. We found and ate every morsel of flesh leaving the barest of fish skeletons when our plates were cleared. The sea salty charred skin was delicious and it came with a side of mustard gnocchi. It was unbelievably fresh, as though we’d fished it ourselves and cooked it on the boat. Having eaten a lot of meat thus far, I overlooked the burger and lamb and suggested we get the whole trout next, which turned out to be a great move. Hummus was like most hummuses, but the chickpeas were fried which presented a crunch surprise. Fully informed, we chose three mezze to start hummus, beetroot and dill and a grain and lentil salad. Most items on the menu had quirky names so we had a few questions to ask. I had something a bit like an old fashioned, but sweeter. It was only 6pm after all so we weren’t in a rush. It has the trendy industrial look, cleverly interspersed with books, bagels and Le Creuset pots. They use the space well, featuring two large seated bar areas, one of which looks into the open kitchen, as in similar restaurants in London and Israel, Palomar and Macheneyuda. Soon we met Tomer the manager who confirmed the owner was Israeli and told us this was the second Butcher & Bee the first was in Charleston. There was Hebrew writing on the door and the menu confirmed that there was definitely some Israeli influence here. In preparation for my trip I started following Nashville food bloggers and liked the look of it so booked without actually doing any due diligence. The airbnb we stayed in was a bungalow with at least three metres on either side before the next house, and most bars and restaurants stand alone amidst a sea of highway and big cars. The abundance of space is also pretty astonishing. I’ve received complements and lifts from total strangers, countless recommendations, and a “howdy, how y’all doing” every ten minutes or so. Aka Music City, Nashville has the friendliest people I’ve ever come across.
As I write this post I’m listening to a country band in Tootsies, in Nashville airport, Tennessee.
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