Brewhouse 100 — Restaurant in Nashville-Davidson

I got a beer and burger at brewhouse on Saturday and Clete was great. Constantly checking in on us and making sure we were taking care of, but when I was halfway through my burger my friend showed up with his freshly divorced father. I did not count on this and when it came time for the bill I was awestruck by the Divorcees tale, so much so that I believe I neglected to write the tip on my check. This had slipped my mind completely until Monday night when I went back to have another meal at Brewhouse.

As I sat down I saw Clete make his way to the table. At first I was filled with relief that I had gotten the same excellent server I had Saturday. Something however was nibbling away at my mind like a fat kid with a popsicle on a winter day… The Tip!

How could I have forgotten! I was completely at his Mercy due to present social constructs. Did he remember my mistake? If so did he see it as a slight against or did he perhaps see it as a reflection against my own poor character? As I pondered this I looked up and thought I saw a glimmer of realization in his eyes, as he asked what kind of beverage I wanted. There’s no way to know for certain so it’s best to play along I thought to myself.

I ordered a water and awaited what fate had in store for me. It came time for my entree selection and gulped a heavy gulp.

“I’ll have the Jerk chicken.” I said.

He replied back. “Great choice it’s one of my favorites.” I attempted to test the waters by making some joke about how ill take his word for it and we both laughed.

Maybe I was in the clear after all perhaps Clete held no ill will towards my potential misdeed.

I was much more confident after that and started to believe myself out of the woods on this one, so I excused myself to the restroom to enjoy some much needed relief from my internal turmoil.

When I got back from my trip to the John Clete started b-lining towards me with a look of tragedy on his face. “I’m sorry but we’re out of the jerked chicken is there something else you’d like to order?” This was it I thought. He was plotting against me all along waiting for me to let my guard down and hit me with such devastating news, better order something safe in case he tries any funny business.

“I’ll have the catfish plate.” That plate will take eons to come I thought, perhaps this was a ruse too though and the worst was yet to come.

I looked around the restaurant to see if any other patrons had received chicken so I could perhaps call his bluff before he makes a fool of me but to my surprise nobody else was eating poultry. And in less than 6 minutes my catfish had arrived. Hot and ready, now to a pedestrian it would seem that they were in the clear after the food arrived but what Clete didn’t know was that I had experience behind the front line myself and had several tours under my belt. Zaxbys in 2017-18, California pizza kitchen in 2019 and even a hellish McDonald’s campaign in the summer of 16.

Suffice to say I knew that there was a chance that my food could be contaminated. Luckily though I, not so much unlike Paul Mua’dib from the hit movie dune had trained my senses to pick up on the various liquids that may be in the catfish.

If someone had farted in it, I would be able to tell from my time spent in construction port a John’s. If they spit in it I would know right away as I almost always have spit in my own mouth. And finally I’d be able to detect snot because I got sick that one time.

I picked up my first hush puppy and reluctantly took my first bite with my fingers ready in case I needed to trigger a gag reflex. As I bit down and sunk my teeth into the bread I tasted it…it was… it was….Delicious!

Pure bliss graced my mouth as I scarfed down more and more of the catfish. I felt like that guy in ratitoullie when he eats those vegetables. How! How had I been so jaded as to think Clete would ever lead me astray! what I had taken as jabs and prods by him all night was really just him trying to give me the best customer service imaginable.

Great food great atmosphere and great...

I am never disappointed when I go to this bar!!! Not only is the beer selection top notch, the mixed drinks rule and the ALL the servers are always very friendly and attentive. Even if the food isn't as good as I hoped, the servers are happy to do what they can to make it right. I.E, a new meal, a remake or taking it off of the bill completely. Very easy going people and a very laid back atmosphere.Miss Claire is mine and my family's favorite. she is always happy and smiling, she makes us feel like we are guests in her home. She is one of the best waiters. The few bad things... They keep both the front doors wide open, even when it's 100 degrees outside. I've seen more than one moth during my visits. Most all tables are wobbly but the servers always fix that for us. All in all, Brewhouse 100 is a great place for all who like cold beer and good food. One of our favorites...

We dine at this restaurant frequently, and every time we do, we always hope that Dylan will be our server. He consistently exceeds our expectations with his exceptional service, making each visit an absolute delight.

Dylan's attentiveness, friendly demeanor, and professionalism are unparalleled. He remembers our preferences, offers fantastic menu recommendations, and makes us feel like valued guests every time. His knowledge of the dishes and beer pairings is impressive, and his warm personality adds a special touch to our dining experience.

We are always thrilled when Dylan is our waiter because we know our evening will be perfect. Thank you, Dylan, for consistently providing outstanding service and making every visit memorable. We can't wait to come back and...