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Tio Wally Eats America: Cheddar’s

I’m happy to have Tio Wally (long-time Me So Hungry reader) aboard to send in his eating adventures from across America. Here he is in Clarksville, Tennessee.

Greetings from Clarksville, Tennessee
N 36° 34.9175’ W 087° 17.8449’ Elev. 519 ft.

I had never been to a Cheddar’s before. I’d stopped in Clarksville to visit my quasi-niece — I’m the uncle she never wanted — and her two children, and she suggested we go.

The only thing I knew about Cheddar’s was that they are always busy. The only other chain restaurant I’ve ever seen that is consistently busy day in and day out like that is Cracker Barrel; I’ve been meaning to go there to find out what the attraction is. Now I know why at least one of them, Cheddar’s, is always busy: The food is very good and quite the value, with extremely generous portions.

When we showed up the host took my name — I always use the name “Zorro” because Rumpelstiltskin is just too hard for them to spell — and then told us there would be “about a 26-minute wait” for a table. Twenty six? How did you come up with that number, I asked? “It’s a mnemonic device,” he said. “That way people don’t misunderstand us. Like, if we tell them 15 minutes they won’t think we said fifty.” Okay. I’m not sure that really qualifies as a mnemonic device but … whatever. Besides, what I really want to know is why mnemonic is spelled with a silent M. I should have asked him. Now I’ll probably never know.

On the way to our table I was checking out what everyone else was having. There were a lot of chicken and a lot of ribs on the plates. And I must say, all of the food coming out of that kitchen looked really, really good.

Cheddar’s menu is fairly standard stuff. There were a number of unusual offerings, however, like Baked Spasagna® ($8.99), “Spaghetti layered with cheeses and spices, baked and then topped with homemade meat or marinara sauce. Served with garlic bread.” I like spaghetti and I like lasagna, so combining the two couldn’t possibly be bad.

Another was the New Orleans Pasta ($10.29), “Shrimp, chicken, smoked sausage and penne pasta are tossed in our homemade creamy Cajun Alfredo sauce and served with garlic bread.” A fellow sitting at the table behind me was eating it and I asked him how it was. “It’s pretty good,” he said, “but it’s kind of cheesy.” I later wondered exactly what he meant by “cheesy.” Did he mean too much cheese? Or that it was kind of bogus, like not spicy enough or something?

His daughters(?) were having another of the unusual menu items, this one from the Kids Meals menu: Monte Dogs ($4.99), two “All beef hot dogs dipped in Cheddar’s Monte Cristo batter and lightly fried until golden brown.” Served on a stick, they resembled high-quality corn dogs. I don’t know if they’re as good as the corn dogs you get at a county fair — the best in the world! — but they sure looked it.

We started with Homemade Onion Rings ($4.29), a “Generous portion of our hand-battered, thin cut made fresh onion rings, served with homemade creamy ranch dressing and our own Cajun dipping sauce.” It was indeed a “generous portion” just as advertised. They were served with the rings intermeshed and stacked on the plate, towering about a foot high. Cool presentation, I thought. And they were the real thing, lightly battered and crispy, and very, very tasty. I didn’t care for the Cajun dipping sauce too much, which tasted of a mix of cayenne and horseradish. I’m sure the sauce probably looked good on paper, but I got a side of Thousand Island dressing instead, which was a great accompaniment.

The finickiest among us, her son, ordered a Grilled Cheese Sandwich ($3.99), “Made with American cheese and grilled until golden, served with your choice of one kids side below.” It was pretty standard, made with white bread. I’m guessing the sandwich met his persnickety standards as he ate the whole thing. For his side he chose the Fresh Apple & Yogurt Medley, diced Granny Smith apple and golden raisins in a light yogurt sauce. I tasted it and it wasn’t bad, although the apples were a little on the mushy side. I kind of expected it to be more like a Waldorf salad but it wasn’t nearly as sweet. If it were he probably would’ve wolfed it down, too.

The weest among us had Chicken Tenders ($4.99), “A smaller portion of our famous hand-breaded chicken tenders, or if preferred, grilled tenders ….” As her side she got Steamed Vegetables (broccoli and “baby” carrots); the other “Kids Side” offered is French Fries. She didn’t touch a thing. I thought perhaps she was kind of intimidated by it. It was a hell of a lot of chicken — three giant half-breast-sized pieces — for being a “Kids Meal.” Then again, she also wasn’t feeling well. Plus, she doesn’t take a cotton to me at all. All I have to do is look at her and she recoils in abject horror. Her mother says it’s because I’m a stranger and I have facial hair. I think it’s because she’s simply an impeccable judge of character.

I was convinced that our server, Michael, had made a mistake, that he’d brought us an adult order of Chicken Tenders. “No,” he said. “That’s the kid’s plate. The regular Chicken Tender Platter ($8.99) has over twice that much. It’s like a whole chicken’s worth of chicken. It’s also a different batter; the regular version is a beer batter.” I was dumbfounded by the size of the portion. I kept wondering: If this is a kid’s portion, whose kid is it? Seriously. Exactly how large is this alleged “kid”?

My not-niece had the Hawaiian Chicken Salad ($7.59), “Sliced marinated chicken breast with island flavors, served on a bed of fresh salad greens with pineapple, pico de gallo, tortilla strips and honey lime dressing.” I meant to ask her how it was, how the “island flavors” were, and how tortillas had migrated to Hawaii only to be “stripped,” but I was too distracted by the Paul Bunyan-size order of Chicken Tenders. I ended up taking one of the Tenders with me. I was very impressed when I ate it later. The batter is light and nicely seasoned, the chicken moist and tender. Thus the name, I guess.

After seeing so many others having them I decided to have a full rack of the Fork Tender Baby Back Ribs ($14.89). They come in two flavors: Hickory Smoked and Honey BBQ. I wasn’t sure which to get so I asked Michael to make the call. He suggested the Honey BBQ so I went with it. The menu describes them as “Slow cooked until tender, grilled and finished with our homemade honey BBQ glaze. Served with fries and cole slaw.”

When I ordered them Michael then asked what I would like for my two sides. Wow, I thought, I get fries and slaw and two more sides! Score. So I ordered Homemade Red Beans & Rice and, at Michael’s suggestion, the Broccoli Cheese Casserole. It turned out that I had unwittingly substituted the sides. Bummer, man.

The Broccoli Cheese Casserole was pretty good, with plenty of big pieces of broccoli. The Red Beans & Rice, however, were some of the best I’ve ever eaten. It could’ve had a little more rice in the mix, but it was seasoned perfectly and incredibly delicious. They really ought to offer them as a soup or a meal and serve it with corn bread. They are truly extraordinary.

The ribs were likewise very good and fall-off-the-bone tender. They elicited a bit of nostalgia from my faux niece, though. “One of the things I really miss about California,” she said, “is my Dad’s ribs.” I had to agree. Her dad’s ribs — lovingly referred to by all as “Ruderibs” (pronounced Rude-a-ribs) — are out of this world. In addition to his culinary prowess, he’s also a talented graphic artist; he did the truck-graphic header for the TWEA posts.

In all it was a really great meal. And as a special bonus we got to see one of the other server’s hair. The gracious and indulgent Dominic was most assuredly deserving of some sort of award for his extraordinary coiffure. It was truly an impressive, awe-inspiring ‘do. I just wish he wouldn’t have been so busy and I could’ve gotten a better picture. Maybe next time.

And so we roll.

Cheddar’s, 2697 Wilma Rudolph Blvd., Clarksville, Tennessee
and 129 other locations in 23 states

Tio Wally pilots the 75-foot, 40-ton(max) land yacht SS Me So Hungry. He reports on road food from around the country whenever parking and InterTube connections permit.

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Tio Wally Eats America: Uncle Pete’s Restaurant and Truck Stop

I’m happy to have Tio Wally (long-time Me So Hungry reader) aboard to send in his eating adventures from across America. Here he is in Lebanon, Tennessee.

Greetings from Lebanon, Tennessee
N 36° 11.084′  W 086° 16.051′  Elev. 595 ft.

Over 4,000 coffee mugs adorn the walls of Uncle Pete’s Restaurant. The collection began when truck drivers began bringing mugs to Uncle Pete, starting in 1955 or so. Because the collection is so large, the proprietor of Uncle Pete’s has a dream of one day getting into the Guinness Book of World Records. I don’t know if Uncle Pete is still alive but I do know this: If the man has gone to that great ceramic mug showroom in the sky it would unequivocally prove the adage “You can’t take it (4,000+ coffee mugs) with you.”

Although I generally avoid truck stop-type places — too many damn trucks! — I’ve taken to parking/sleeping at Pete’s Restaurant and Truck Stop when I’m in the neighborhood. It’s a puny, funky old place and, thus, pretty quiet.

On this particular day I woke up really hungry and decided I’d finally try the restaurant even though its food is touted as “Real Home Cookin'” or some such; I tend to be extremely wary of anything advertised as “home cooking” because I don’t know whose home it’s referring to.

As luck would have it the home cookin’ at Pete’s is quite good. Even though I ordered standard breakfast foods, there was ample opportunity to screw it up. But my eggs were perfectly cooked and, more so, they actually knew how to make grits!

I have a thing about grits. I love ’em. But most places don’t have a clue as to how to make them. And for reasons known only to the NSA and, perhaps, The Flying Spaghetti Monster, Georgians are the worst makers of grits on the planet. More often than not grits are served either with the consistency of watery, gulag-worthy gruel or a sticky clomp of impenetrable gloop. But Pete’s were perfect.

(I don’t know where I got the idea but whenever I made grits I’d make extra, take the leftovers and put them in a dish lined with plastic wrap (they’ll stick like super glue to any surface) and put them in the refrigerator uncovered. The idea is to let the moisture evaporate; overnight works. Then I cut it up into my favorite shape and fry it just as you would polenta. I usually put a dash of salt on it if they were plain, though I’ve pre-made them with butter and sugar mixed in as well. Though I never got around to doing it I suspect they’d also be great with chopped green onion and minced celery or whatever mixed in.)

I ordered Mama’s Choice, the “Uncle Pete’s Breakfast”: three eggs, grits, sliced tomatoes, biscuits and gravy, hash browns, and two pork chops ($8.99). As I said, the over-easy eggs were perfect. But the gravy was kind of disgusting: no sausage, no flavor, just a bunch of white corn-starch goo masquerading as a food. (It’s unfair that I critique biscuits and gravy, I think. I have a sister who, though not professionally trained, is a world-class cook and baker, so I know what biscuits and gravy are supposed to taste like. I’m spoiled.) And the hash browns were kind of greasy with margarine prep. But the biscuits were passable, and the thin-cut pork chops perfect.

A real treat, curiously, were the tomatoes. While they weren’t garden fresh or anything, the thick-sliced fruit was flavorful and … who’d a’thunk of serving sliced tomatoes at breakfast? Uncle Pete? His Mama? I dunno. Nevertheless, lightly salted they were very tasty and very, very refreshing.

Although it was a lot of food I nearly ate it all. Thankfully, I had the good sense not to overeat and take a biscuit, a cut-to-fit piece of pork chop and a tomato slice and make a pork chop-and-tomato biscuit for later. And it was good.

As I was leaving Uncle Pete’s I noticed a sign (no picture, sorry) that read “Spring is in the air …” announcing that Vegetable #7 of the side choices was deep fried green beans, nine to an order! I thought that sounded good, perhaps they’d be tempura or beer battered or something.

I also noticed another sign at the entry that read “Breakfast Specials Served Anytime: $3.99 and up”. Per my usual modus operandi I’d asked about specials when I first sat down: “No specials on Sundays,” the waitress said, “Sorry.” Evidently Sundays don’t qualify as “anytime.” C’est la vie.

And so we roll.

Uncle Pete’s Restaurant and Truck Stop, 1210 Sparta Parkway (I-40 Exit 239), Lebanon, Tennessee

Tio Wally pilots the 75-foot, 40-ton(max) land yacht SS Me So Hungry. He reports on road food from around the country whenever parking and InterTube connections permit.

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Hashbrowns All-The-Way @ Waffle House

Day 10 of the Shonali tour: On our way back home from Tennessee and so glad we stopped at a Waffle House. That was on my wishlist. I got my favorite thing –Double Hashbrown All-The-Way (scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, dice, peppered, capped, topped, country …or onions, cheese, ham, tomato, jalapenos, mushrooms, Bert’s Chili, and sausage gravy).

I should have considered going Triple hashbrowns. It’s only 30cents more. Probably the best deal in upgrades. Although I’m confused with paying for “All-The-Way” ($4.00) or paying for each topping separating, which by my math is $3.20.

Anyway, I love Waffle House. Our waitress was nerding out with me on the new Virgin Mobile phones.

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mexican

Soccer Taco (Knoxville, Tennessee)

Day 9 of the Shonali tour: We headed to Knoxville, home of the Tennessee Volunteers and played a short set and interview on WUTK. I was pretty grumpy because I hadn’t eaten since my morning Muscle Milk. I did try to buy a beef stick from a vending machine at a rest stop. But pressing B10 isn’t B-1-0, it’s B-10. It gave me Peanut M&M’s. I was so pissed off. I hid underneath the desk in the radio booth while we played.

We headed off to dinner. Matt and Shonali went to Nama Sushi on Gay St. I didn’t want sushi. That’s so 90’s. So Amy and I went to Soccer Taco. I didn’t imagine it would be good, but I liked their name and there were a lot of fat people eating there.

The food was as expected and beer super cheap. An enchilada with rice and beans on the side is just like the burrito on the same plate, but separate. Everything was really salty. But dang, the Queso Fundido appetizer (hot melted cheese with chorizo, mushrooms, pablano peppers and onions with tortillas) was fucking rad, even though salty. Sometimes salty is really good.

Later went to meet Matt and Shonali at the sushi restaurant. Shit, all the girls there were really hot.

Soccer Taco - 6701 Kingston Pike. Knoxville, TN 37919

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travel

Cafe Coco (Nashville, Tennessee)

Day 8 of the Shonali Tour: We had a pretty cool in-store performance at Grimey’s Record Store. I tried out more of my headbanging. Then we had to run to The End for our show with another band that brought in a huge Ampeg SVT rig and a guitar tech on hand to string guitars during their set. Unfortunately only one person came to see our show. But cool, because it was the bass player of Superdrag. Jeff coincidentally had a picture of him meeting that band back in the 90’s in Florida on his phone.

In the meantime, a few of us ran to get food at Cafe Coco. Totally a college hangout. The waitress asked for my ID for my beer, which isn’t unusual, but I was about 15 years older than everyone there.

I got the Lucia Panini (ham, tomato, spinach, swiss cheese and pesto) and the French Canadian Fries (cheese and gravy fries …sorta like Poutine). Both surprisingly good, especially the fries.

Cafe Coco - 210 Louise Ave. Nashville, TN 37203

I look like I’m in a Mark Bass magazine ad.

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burger fast food

Krystal Burgers

Day 8 of the Shonali tour: Dang, I hadn’t had Krystal burgers since probably the 80’s. We pulled over for gas next to these two huge fireworks stores in Whiteside, Tennessee. Amy ran over to Krystal and brought back a sack of sliders. Jeff seemed to really like the smell of the bag even though he’s vegan.

We couldn’t get the Dancing Penguin augmented reality app (on the slider box) to work on our iPhone or Android, but I think this is how it’s supposed to look…