Greetings all from the foothills of lovely Tennessee! Once again my oddly indignant sense of self importance has urged me to share my thoughts with you, the glorious reader, so I will regale you with the details of dinner one night not too long ago.
It all started with the coupon book i gave the missus for christmas. Yep, i gave my wife coupons. Its a local restaurant passport of sorts with coupons and places for stamps to earn rewards and stuff and it came from the Metro Pulse and went to a charity that sounded awesome at the time although i now cannot recall what charity that is.
Anyway, we thumbed thru the passport and landed on Cazzy’s Corner just off of Northshore by the Pellissippi parkway. Here’s their website http://cazzyscorner.com/ It is literally on a corner so i like that. Corners are much more intersreting that curves, unless its lady lumps of course.
Anyway, THE GOOD: here are bullet points of the good.
- very polite and friendly hostesses. there were like 3 or 4 of them i so we were well hosted
- immediate seating. essential when the 2 year old is in tow, which she was
- TV’s and football galore albeit it was playoff NFL time and the Vols were playing b-ball. could be a bad for some but i like the sports on the talkie box
- crispy chicken wings cooked just right, albeit a little undersauced. i like using the word “albeit”
- 2 dollar pints of local beer #SawWorksChocolatePorter is that how the hashtag thing works? we used to play hashtag in college but it was a completely different game. not really, college is for suckers.
- my steak was yummy and cooked well…not well done but done well
- the mac and cheese: it seemed like they avoid the normal mac and cheese nastiness of precooked and held warm mushiness and used cooked noodles and a cheese sauce either freshly made or , at least, heated to order. it was very good. and i don;t really like mac and cheese. or cornbread. or sweet tea. yet somehow I was born in Tennessee so go figure. GO FIGURE IT OUT NOW I SAY! <off topic, sorry
and now here comes the BAD…(insert scary music here please HAL)
- one of the missuses side items was mashed sweet potato(e)s…they were served completely cold, as in “not warmed up at all” or “oops i forgot to nuke this” cold not “141 degrees is warm enough” cold or “i heated them too soon and they sat there for five minutes” cold
- the sliders my son got were, im assuming supposed to be like homemade krystals? they were thin and dry and the cheese looked awkward. put it this way: my son is almost 11, he is in the middle of a growth spurt and the onset of puberty, he can eat 4-5 servings of spaghetti, and he only ate ONE SLIDER, and he didn’t enjoy it very much…my question is this: why try to mimic a krystal burger? ..he did love the mac and cheese though
- 2 dollar kid drink with a 5 dollar kids meal for a 2 year old is a little steep.
- no booths, only tables. 2 year olds can be corralled in a booth. disregard this point if no 2 year olds are dining with
and FINALLY, the Meh!
- my mashed potato(e)s were probably really good when the were first made, but had gotten starchy and a little discolored from sitting. we were there around 7:00 on a saturday so i would expect them to be fresh
- the atmosphere was a little sports-bar-esque..albeit it is playoff season so i understand…i may change my name to Al Beit
- the plates were all rectangles…im very anti-shapism..i think of square plates as trays really
- took way too long to get a spoon….what does the Tick say? SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!
So overall, on a scale on one to ten i would give it a sports bar. Or maybe a 7. However I will also come back during a non-playoff-induced-frenzy time and see if the freshness of the food served keeps pace with the quality of it. I think the concpet and the recipes are sound and tasty as well as tasty and sound. Its also right next to a disc golf course which is always a plus in my book. You’ve read my book haven’t you? Its called “I Know Why the Caged Bird Poops”…its a pop-up book that teaches a lesson about caring for each other and the importance of friendship while enticing readers with the uplifting story of an orphans rise to the top of a brutal underground fighting league. and poop of course.