Mothership BBQ

In the heady days of my youth I would enjoy the finest and most succulent meals ever offered to man or gods. The toniest New York Bistros (nothing like the third-rate Sysco houses we have here in the benighted south) were my home away from home. But since I’m stuck here in the godforesaken backwoods of Tennessee I figured I would deign to go eat Barbecue and the new Mothership BBQ on Columbine Ave, located approximately 832 miles southwest of Manhattan. The first impressions of me and my party of 46 were of….

Whew. That was close. For a minute there someone else was writing my restaurant review for me. Glad I put a stop to that.

I never ate BBQ before I moved to Nashville. In Indiana “barbecue” is used as a synonym for “cookout” and translates to hot dogs, hamburgers and potatoe (ha!) salad. The first pulled pork BBQ I ever tasted was catered by Nick’s to a Superbowl party at my travel agency/office. That was 14 years ago. The second I ever had was from Witts. That was a memorial day picnic at Percy Priest Lake. Also 14 years ago. Between then and now I’ve also eaten Corky’s, Famous Dave’s, Jack’s and the Pig Sandwich at the Hard Rock Cafe.

I tell you the honest truth when I say that today, after 14 years of eating shadows on the cave wall I have finally tasted the Platonic ideal of Barbecue. This is, quite frankly, the best possible ending that any pig could hope for. Forget all that business about baby spiders and living to greet a new springtime. This is the true happy ending for pig.

I don’t write about food well, because it comes off sounding like ad copy. Lots of carelessly tossed adverbs like “succulent”, “moist”, “tender” etc. I can’t quite come up with a way to describe how excellent this barbecue is, other than to tell you that I wish they sold it in large takeaway quantities. (That dream is yet to be realised).

Please go eat there. I want them to stay in business so I can have my fix on a regular basis.

Where is it? Well, it’s in Berry Hill, tucked about a block behind Sam & Zoe’s Coffee Shop. 2806 Columbine Place. The food is excellent, well-priced and it’s BYOB.

Please, please, please eat there.

13 Comments so far

  1. Sarcastro (unregistered) on June 10th, 2006 @ 3:55 pm

    Did someone fart or did Kay West write that first paragraph?


  2. CeeElCee (unregistered) on June 10th, 2006 @ 4:21 pm

    Baa Reeee Moooooo. Baa Reeee Moooooo. Baa Reeee Moo(chop!) Burp.

    Mmmmmm. That’s heap good pig.


  3. Ryan (unregistered) on June 10th, 2006 @ 4:51 pm

    Kat, An excellent and accurate review. I think Knuck may just be on to something. The Q was outstanding, the restrooms breathtaking, and my son told me I look like one of the cheesy guys on the album covers that perfect the interior of the Mothership. Knuck was a great host–although I was a little uncomfortable with him feeding me grapes and rubbing my feet. But, when at the Mothership…


  4. bubba (unregistered) on June 10th, 2006 @ 5:51 pm

    Great job on the Kay West satire.


  5. SistaSmiff (unregistered) on June 10th, 2006 @ 8:54 pm

    Oh gosh….Sarcastro has provided me with my 2nd best laugh of the day. Homeschoolers don’t fart….they “flatulate.” DUH!


  6. (unregistered) on June 10th, 2006 @ 10:13 pm

    Ryan – He was supposed to feed me grapes and rub my feet? I must have gone at a busy time. I’ll be sure to ask for my foot rub on my next visit.

    The food and sauce were fantastic! I’ll surely be making frequent stops to the Mothership.


  7. Chez Bez (unregistered) on June 10th, 2006 @ 10:15 pm

    That last post was by me. Forgot to sign my name. But I’ve been a bit off all day since seeing so many album covers by artists I’ve never heard of.


  8. Ryan (unregistered) on June 10th, 2006 @ 10:26 pm

    CB, You mean you don’t have a hidden 8-track of Orleans in the back of your closet? I guess I’m the only one. Yeah, the album covers cracked me up. What a great place, eh?

    Best,
    Ryan


  9. Katherine Coble (unregistered) on June 10th, 2006 @ 11:10 pm

    Sista, I think you’re thinking of Kay Brooks.

    Although I’m sure they don’t fart in NYC either.


  10. grandefille (unregistered) on June 13th, 2006 @ 2:39 pm

    Okay, Ms. Coble. Not only have you starved me to death reading about the Mothership’s offerings (something that only Nicki Pendleton Wood has ever been able to do previously), you made me laugh until I snorted and alarmed my co-worker with that opening parody.

    Thank you, thank you. I feel I should buy you a great big Mothership sammich in gratitude. I’ll have to see if the Knuck will have gift certificates when we go up this weekend. (He may just stick a note on the register that says “If Coble comes in, grandefille’s paid for her sammich.”)


  11. grandefille (unregistered) on June 13th, 2006 @ 2:40 pm

    Okay, Ms. Coble. Not only have you starved me to death reading about the Mothership’s offerings (something that only Nicki Pendleton Wood has ever been able to do previously), you made me laugh until I snorted and alarmed my co-worker with that opening parody.

    Thank you, thank you. I feel I should buy you a great big Mothership sammich in gratitude. I’ll have to see if the Knuck will have gift certificates when we go up this weekend. (He may just stick a note on the register that says “If Coble comes in, grandefille’s paid for her sammich.”)


  12. grandefille (unregistered) on June 13th, 2006 @ 2:41 pm

    Danged double post. Apologies.


  13. Busy Mom (unregistered) on June 14th, 2006 @ 10:06 am

    Mothership BBQ was out of this world!



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