There’s a bright red building in Nashville that calls to you like a beacon when you’re hungry – not just regular hungry, but the kind of hungry where you’d consider arm-wrestling your grandmother for the last piece of fried catfish.
That place is Uncle Bud’s Catfish Shack, and let me tell you, it’s the kind of joint where calories don’t count and diet plans go to die happy deaths.
When you pull into the parking lot of Uncle Bud’s, you’re not arriving at some fancy establishment where they put tiny portions of food on massive plates and charge you the equivalent of a car payment.
No, you’re entering the promised land of Southern comfort food, where “all you can eat” isn’t just a phrase – it’s a challenge they take personally…