Bosco’s
Starting the serious “traveling” part of my blog, I made my way south for Nashville, TN. While the food in Sioux City, IA had been great, I couldn’t help but be a little excited to taste cuisine in another part of the country. After a fourteen hour drive with little to no pit-stops, I was ready to eat. Unfortunately, only a Steak and Shake could tide me over until the daytime hours of an actual restaurant would give me anything blog-able. During our lunch break from the studio the next day, I was guided to a local brewery/restaurant by my co-producer and studio technician named “Bosco’s.”
Nashville is a big city, and crime is no stranger in certain parts, so when I saw the outside of the joint, I became a little leery as to what we had gotten ourselves into. Construction on almost all four sides of the building accompanied a nice, colorful banner on the front, and we made our way inside…and BAM. High-class mahogany greeted us. It was easily one of the most pleasurable visual dining experiences I’d ever had the pleasure to take part in.
I swore to try something new and unusual, and shrimp pizza definitely fit that bill. I immediately ordered the “Santa Fe Shrimp” pizza, topped with ancho shrimp, black bean sauce, mozzarella, jack and cheddar cheese, and pico de gallo and sour cream. The wait was short, and the service prompt, as a quick refill of my water later, our main course had arrived.
The flavor of this thing was unlike anything I’d ever had. An avid shrimp fan, the cajun style spice they had applied to their meat was unreal, as it kicked with a gentle tang. The cheese was a little light for my taste, but being from Iowa, I’m accustomed to the dairy overload of a cheese-o-holic. The tomatoes had full flavor, and really popped, adding the entire thing together in a way that made it taste even better than it looked. The temperature was pleasant, as it was clearly done, but not so scalding hot that I couldn’t enjoy it. Between me and a friend, we consumed the entire thing within a matter of minutes.
Taking a closer look at the meal, I noticed that they had taken a borderline Cajun approach to an American meal, and that’s exactly what made this place unique and different. My review is simple. The next few days, I’m going to go exactly where I’m guided by the locals; they know what they’re talking about. Bosco’s was a solid dining experience, and even during the busy noon hour, the service was dynamite. Constantly sweeping past, snagging your water glass, and bringing it back to the table without so much as a scoff in your direction, the wait staff earned themselves a rather sizable tip, and the restaurant itself earned a repeat customer. I can’t wait to come back again.