Today my boyfriend and I ate at a recently opened deli, Noshville (Green Hills), in Nashville, TN. Ostensibly, the deli is fashioned after the infamous deli's of New York, but this is certainly a case where something got lost in the translation. Besides the free pickles on the table, everything about this experience was a disappointment, and the best way to describe my stomach right now is queazy.
Now one might wonder how it is possible to mess up a grilled cheese sandwich (which is what I ordered), but Noshville has found a way. It wasn't necessarily the mushy tomatoes and flimsy bread that ruined it, but rather the substance used to grill the sandwich (an oil and butter substitute that tasted like rancid oil). After a few bites we realized it was simply inedible. We told our waiter who in turn told his manager who in turn came over and proceeded to explain to us that the foulness we had tasted was all in our heads. Perhaps this abracadabra, emperor's new clothes, hocus pocus works in Nashville, but this place wouldn't last a week in New York. My partner's egg salad sandwich was an exploration in how much mayo can you put in egg salad before it's no longer egg salad. Needless to say, few bites were possible with this meal as well.
You'd be better off taking your money to Whole Foods around the corner. There are some decent places to get lunch in Nashville. Fido in Hillsboro Village knows a thing or two about tasty sandwiches (actually, the food and atmosphere there would give you more of a New York experience than Noshville).