Mothership BBQ

Going to the Mothership has always been a treat. I have been blessed to meet a ton of bloggers there, despite the fact that I live more than two hours away. It was, and is, a place of acceptance.

This business has been interesting to me to watch evolve over the past year. I see a lot of businesses come and go from the perch I sit from in Hooterville.  I’ve seen two restaurants shut down here in the last three weeks. Nashville is a different bird all together. We don’t want to see Mothership fade into a lovely memory. We want to see it grow. Because, in many ways, NK is us, you know what I mean.

Sort of a great American dream thing, you know. Cute and self-deprecating goofy blogger takes to the innertubes with a dream of serving his customers with his own culinary offerings and brings like-minded people together. The food is good, the ambiance is fun. The reviews are amazing and he gets a great deal of traditional and cyber ink which I’ve watched from the beginning. I worked in economic development for a time before I went back in the news biz and I must say, his efforts were amazing to observe. Almost like a pilot program using unusual methods to get folks through the door because that’s what marketing is supposed to do. His was quite unique and, I must say, amazing.
The Nashville Knucklehead’s sense of humor is legendary. By some odd sense of fate, the little BBQ restaurant sitting in Berry Hill brought many of us together. Although I’m not a “Nashville” blogger per se, I feel like one because of the relationships that were forged sitting in the Mothership.

Any restaurant is a roll of the dice, so I’m linking to NK’s page because he’s run into a bit of  trouble. I think part of it has to do with Berry Hill’s zoning laws that don’t allow the sale of the hopps and barley beverages. (And we all know that beer and BBQ go hand in hand.)

So today, I ask that you go over and see what he’s talking about. I think the thing I’ve always dug about NK is his transparency of being honest and not blowing smoke up anybody’s ass. He’s telling you what’s going on. So head over there and read the latest developments will get you.

And this note is for NK and he’ll get it. (I must be a cheap date. See what a BBQ sandwich and a ziploc bag of spoons will get you. Jeez. And if you need anything, let me know. Spoons for Christ’s Sake.)

I mean every word I say. Help a good guy and fellow blogger out.