I'm not sure what to say about Husk. We had a 7pm reservation, we were slightly underdressed and the youngest people in the place, we had been alternately sweaty and thoroughly rained on earlier in the day, and we had self-medicated with Burger King ice cream and cocktails at Corsair distillery immediately prior to arriving. So maybe I was not in the right state of mind to appreciate the food?
There definitely is a kind of newness to the restaurant. The cost of our meal was well within the range of $$$$ (by the way, $$$$ is an open set), even without dessert. This is what high pricetags do to us - make us doubt our tongues and stomachs in favor of our rational minds and wallets!
The food was generally good. But the service was brilliant, various bodies floating around the room, refilling our water, bussing our plates immediately, overhearing our idle questions and offering useful information. Despite our party of three looking out of place in more than one respect, we were regarded with nothing with professionalism. Our server (wish I remembered his name!) was extremely friendly and offered tons of recommendations, telling us what he'd tried, what his wife liked. He was also adept at buttering Karry L up by conspiratorially talking whiskey.
I appreciate Husk's committment to local, heritage ingredients. But be forewarned, for such a "back to the land" ingredient list, there is surprisingly little that caters to vegetarians. We laughed about the menu's exaltation of the mysterious Farmer Dave and Bob Wood (who are these people? Is it my being a plebe, or meaningless namedropping?). But I myself oohed and aahed over only the sugar toad appetizer - three to a plate, which we split, but I could've eaten 15 of them - so delicious, such clear flavors.
In terms of the entree, I think I went wrong by getting something tomato-based. The "catfish, cooked over embers," could've passed for being steamed, unfortunately. The farro and tomato-cornmeal gravy sort of engulfed each other. Would've appreciated more bite in the farro, and more starkness anywhere on the plate, given the tenderness and muted flavors of the catfish.
Puja P's chicken looked fabulous scattered with flower blossoms, albeit a struggle to eat and plated awkwardly, alone. The portion was also surprisingly large in contrast with Karry's and my humbler plates. The fact that her dumplings came sitting in a low, fast-cooling broth in a separate bowl was strange. It just emphasized the disconnect between the two foods.
The menu changes every freaking day, which was mildly irritating for Puja P who was still deciding morning-of whether the dinner menu would have anything for her near-vegetarian requirements.
The restaurant's interior and exterior are in perfect harmony, the exterior being a large, classic Southern-colonial style house with porch, garden, and all. The interior is sleek but still a bit homey, again in a modern "Southern tea hat" sort of way. The seating space is HUGE, split between the various rooms and floors of the house. You can see the kitchen prep area when walking in, which is a flurry of noise and activity - very exciting.
Worth a visit as a tourist? For a somewhat steep price (~$70pp) for a meal that was just "generally good"... I don't know. It IS thoroughly Nashville, and a lovely lesson into the food that is deliberately (literally!) grounded in the area. For gustatory experience alone in the $$$-$$$$ range, I'm willing to bet there's better to be had. read more