Bush's Family Cafe — Restaurant in Tennessee

Went here to visit the museum but didn't have time to eat at that time... Spoke with manager of restaurant about 2 service dogs that other had with me to make sure they was service dog friendly... I was told yes... Please keep in mind these are small service dogs for epilepsy and sugar as well as some other things they have learned to hit on... One weights about 7lbs and the other about 10 if that... One person has severe PTSD and a veteran... I walk in first to let them know I have 5 people and 2 small service dogs with me for lunch... As it is easier for me to give them a heads up before they enter as a curtesy to the restaurant and for them not to have to explain as their already on high nerves do to the looks and pre issues from other places... As usual the conversations start out as WELL IF THEY ARE REAL SERVICE ANIMALS THEN OK AND THEY HAVE TO WALK IN AND BE ON THE FLOOR AT ALL TIMES... Mind you the line started to back up as this is a smaller place... I tried to explained calmly I had already spoken to someone previously about them a couple days ago with no issues... People behind me started getting annoyed with taking up the line... So after about 5 mins of this I just fine we can go elsewhere and just call the ADA and let them know the problem... She sat us and the looks just kept on coming from servers management and customers... Food was Great main server was great... However if you have a service dog I WOULD NOT BOTHER GOING HERE... YOU WILL FEEL LIKE AN...

Really good food without fail. We have been here several times and loved it. Was a little disappointed today with service. Arrived about 11:20AM and checked in to eat with 9 people in our party. We were told they didn't have seating for 9 people together and would need to wait to be seated together so we happily agreed and went about our way. About 1 hour later I went to check on our table and they said they were just cleaning table and it would be just be a minute. I went and collected our party and we got to our seats to find that our table only seated 7 and 2 of us were going to have to sit across an aisle from each other, not getting to enjoy the family we drove across the country to see. When asked if we could possibly move their table to an area to the end of our table we were told in a not so nice tone by our waiter Andy that their would be no moving of the tables even though it would have not obstructed anyone. I would have not been so upset about it if we were not waiting so that we could be seated together. They had tables that we could have sat at when we got there if we were not getting to sit together anyway. Communication is key. We should have been told the plan. They also forgot my food for awhile (I know because another waitress came to ask me after a bit what I had and then went to get it and brought it to me). Just felt the service could have been...

Rated: 5 stars for family-style portions, 10 stars for unfiltered dysfunction

I came to Bushes for brunch and left with 17 unresolved family issues that weren’t even mine.

The hostess looked tired in a way that suggested she’s been seating the same feuding cousins since 1997. As I slid into my booth, I overheard this gem from Table 3: “I don’t care if she’s your stepdaughter, Kevin—she still stole my collagen cream and slept with my ex-husband!” Kevin simply ordered another round of pancakes and stared into the abyss.

Over at Table 7, a teenage girl was sobbing into her French toast while her mom calmly said, “Cry all you want, Madison, but you did post that TikTok of me falling off the jet ski, and now your Uncle Rick thinks I’m unfit to host Thanksgiving.”

Meanwhile, near the salad bar, a man in a fishing vest was whispering furiously into his phone: “You tell Carol if she wants the ceramic rooster collection, she can pry it out of my cold, biscuit-loving hands.” I don’t know who Carol is, but I’m rooting for her.

Also: someone fake-choked to avoid splitting the check. Twice.

Bushes is where secrets come out with the side of gravy. The food is solid, but let’s be honest—you’re not here for the food. You’re here to emotionally eavesdrop your way through someone else’s generational trauma while pretending to care about potato wedges.

10/10 would bring...