Kid Rock's Big Ass Honky Tonk Rock N' Roll Steakhouse — Restaurant in Nashville-Davidson

🚨 DO NOT GO TO KID ROCK’S HONKY TONK — RACISM, ABUSE OF POWER, AND ZERO ACCOUNTABILITY 🚨

Let me make this perfectly clear: I did absolutely nothing wrong, and I was still humiliated, threatened, and kicked out — all because I’m Hispanic.

I went to Kid Rock’s Honky Tonk in Nashville with my girlfriend and her mother for a fun night out. While getting drinks for all of us at the bar, a random woman bumped into me and spilled her drink — mostly on me and someone else nearby. I didn’t cause it. I wasn’t drunk. I didn’t even engage with her. Yet she ran off and told staff I had spilled the drink and was intoxicated — a completely false accusation.

Instead of asking me what happened or reviewing any evidence (which included the fact that I was drenched in the drink), the staff sent over 4-5 male security guards and one female. They surrounded me and said:

“You have two options: leave willingly or we’ll put you in handcuffs.”

No investigation. No questions. Just force, intimidation, and humiliation.

I calmly tried to explain the situation, but they didn’t care. I was treated like a threat — like a criminal — for no reason. And the only thing that stood out? I’m a Hispanic man in a bar full of people who didn’t look like me.

I asked if I could go tell my girlfriend and her mom what was happening, since we had left our phones back at the hotel and only had one between us. They told me:

“No — you can text or call them.” When I said I couldn’t, the female security guard heartlessly replied: “That’s too bad.”

I had to literally beg for permission to step outside to point them out. When I finally did, the female guard turned to me and said, with a look of surprise:

“You mean that blonde girl is your girlfriend?”

Here’s the thing: my girlfriend isn’t even blonde. That comment wasn’t about hair color — it was about judgment, racism, and disbelief that someone like me could be with someone who didn’t “match” me in her eyes. It made the profiling blatantly obvious.

When I told her that I felt racially profiled, she fired back with:

“For you to say we’re racist is really low.” No — what’s really low is treating someone like garbage based on the color of their skin and then trying to silence them for calling it out.

Before being fully pushed out, I asked for the names of those involved. I was only able to get one — I. Ray — before the door was slammed shut in my face. I have photos that clearly show the drink was spilled ON ME, proving I was the one targeted — not the one causing problems.

❌ This wasn’t a misunderstanding.

This was racial profiling and abuse of power from a place that clearly doesn’t care about truth or fairness.

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⚠️ DO NOT SUPPORT THIS PLACE.

If you’re a person of color — you’re not safe here. If you’re someone who stands for respect, equality, or justice — don’t spend a single dollar here.

There are plenty of bars in Nashville that treat people like humans. Kid Rock’s Honky Tonk is NOT...

In town visiting for CMA weekend, and stopped by Kid Rock’s last night! as one of my favorite artist it was almost mandatory for me to stop by and check out the venue! immediately upon arrival I proceeded to the third floor, which wasn’t packed yet being that it was slightly before midnight. I came across a young bartender With the nastiest attitude, I ever seen… short young lady and I believe she was wearing all ORANGE! With The biggest smile on my face I shared with her how delicious the menu looked and asked her a very simple question! What is the best drink you know how to make? With this snobby look of discuss on her face she responded and said we don’t do that here! 🤔 well obviously I was a little confused because I didn’t know what she meant by the word “we”… and I was extremely confused when she said don’t do that “here”… hate to mention the fact that I am an African-American man from Northern California which is very diverse so it’s not often that we use the race card but I was extremely confused by her response! And let’s not forget this is a “Bar” and every Bar Tender I have ever ask, what’s your specialty knew exactly which drink they took pride in making! Moving forward, I decided to take a step back take a deep breath and continue to look over the menu! I decided on a drink that appeared to be pretty tasty and I proceeded to pay with my debit card… after the purchase the young lady returned with only the receipt and a pen for signature! at the moment I was under the impression that maybe she was just leaving my tab open but after about 20 minutes, before heading out my party and I asked the young lady if she could return the card! she immediately went into defense mode expressing that she doesn’t have the card, Slamming things, rolling her eyes, huffing and puffing I mean the whole nine!!! made us feel extremely uncomfortable as if we had done something wrong! This young ladies energy was off from the moment we stepped in that bar and made me uncomfortable to the point that I’m not sure if I want to visit one of my favorite artist establishment ever again… i understand that is absolutely normal for Cards to get lost and left behind at bars.. but this particular young ladies energy was off from the moment we approached her! If She’s reading this you know exactly who you are, and if you found my card, Miss placed it or gave it to the wrong customer, you owe me, as well as your place of business a sincere apology! As awesome as the establishment is designed the service we received was horrible! Totally unfair to the rest of the Bar Tenders that smile and provide good energy and great...

DO NOT STEP FOOT IN KID ROCK’S BIG HONKY TONK unless you’re ready to be profiled, disrespected, and aggressively pushed out for existing differently.

As an Indigenous musician visiting Nashville for the first time, I was excited to be here. Excited to experience the music scene and share space with other artists. Instead, Kid Rock’s Honky Tonk made sure I knew I wasn’t welcome.

I walked in — music blasting, the vibe seemingly alive — only to be immediately stopped and interrogated by aggressive security. They demanded I remove my mask or I couldn’t come in. My face carries sacred Indigenous tattoos — cultural badges of honor — and they treated them like a threat. I figured maybe they were just being difficult, so I walked past and ordered an IPA from the bar. Sat down front row to enjoy the show I was excited to see.

Nope. Minutes later, security was back in my face — this time with backup — pressuring me to leave and insisting I take my drink outside (which is illegal, by the way). So not only were they kicking me out without cause, they were setting me up to get arrested. And here’s the kicker: the white bartender who served me? Gave the green light to toss me out. Didn’t ask questions, didn’t care. I had JUST ordered. So yeah — complicit and shady as hell.

All this harassment — within 10 minutes of arrival. The message was loud and clear: If you don’t fit their mold, you’re not welcome here.

If I could give this place zero stars, I would. I wouldn’t send my worst enemy to this racist, backwards, trashy excuse for a “venue.” If this is how Nashville treats Indigenous people, then shame on this city and SHAME on Kid Rock’s Big Honky Tonk. You should be embarrassed to have your name on this building.

Avoid this place at all costs. Unless you’re into casual discrimination served with a side of cheap beer and...