The Professor and I went over to the Farmhouse at Fontanel, which is a new restaurant run by the people who do the Loveless Cafe. I was more enthusiastic about it than she was, but I think that’s just because I have a higher crap tolerance as proven by the fact that I am eating frozen taquitos from a box this evening, topped off with some fudge striped cookies while she is, I’m willing to bet, eating something that has not been made on an assembly line by a machine.
Plus, I’d really like to have a restaurant that close to my house that has good service and isn’t overwhelmed with live music.
I got the BBQ sandwich with mashed potatoes. The barbecue was wet, which is weird for Tennessee. We usually favor dry rubs with sauces of various heat presented on the table (or counter) for you to apply yourself. Still, fine. I thought it was delicious, but I like Manwich flavor. So, um, yes, you should not make your barbecue taste exactly like Manwich flavoring, I think.
But then, I thought, maybe when you’re trying to give tourists from all over the country something to eat? Maybe you do. Let them acquire a taste for how the locals eat it someplace else.
I don’t know. But it’s kind of an interested problem.
The other problem they have is that, on our side of town, for locals, they are in direct competition with Southern Bred. And The Farmhouse’s mashed potatoes sucked. I mean, sucked. Like the potatoes they used were just bad tasting and then, whatever they were trying to do to them after that? It didn’t help.
But, I don’t know. I like a restaurant there and I like seeing people working and the service is great.
So, I’m going to go back and get something else and see what I think.