Mother's Ruin Debuts All-Day Brunch

Weekdays just got a hell of a lot more delicious. Germantown’s new kid on the block, Mother’s Ruin is now serving brunch every day of the week from 11 to 5 and we’re stoked. More and more places around Nashville seem to be serving brunch outside of the weekend and I gotta tell ya, THIS is a trend I can fully support. (Well, fully support but with one hand. The other is holding my Bloody Mary.)

Hailed as a trendy cocktail bar with a neighborhood feel, Mother’s Ruin has been slinging smart, yummy plates of food until the happy hour of 1:30 am along with their libations from the jump, but the addition of brunch is just the olive in the martini.

Some highlights from the menu: The B.E.C. (which stands for bacon egg croissant) looks unassuming but tastes wonderful. It’s a beautiful take on a breakfast sandwich. The lighter option and texture of a croissant for the bread is a delightful touch, ensuring you still have room to dig into the accompanying potatoes.

French toast – not something I usually order because after about 5 bites I’m throwing in the napkin. But not this one. It was the perfect amount of sweet where you can happily eat a whole order to yourself while sipping your coffee and loving your life. And fresh mint on top? Nice.

Now, let’s talk steak and egg hash (and throw out some appreciation for the use of tri-tip instead of hanger steak). There is so much freakin’ flavor in this meat it’s unreal. The green beans tossed in, left a bit crunchy (just how I like it), add a bit of fresh texture and I’m a sucker for shallots, so I’m happy to see those in there. Then there’s some aioli that I wish they would bottle so I can keep some in my purse for when the mood strikes me. And the fried eggs on top have yolks left runny enough to drip onto the taters. A bowl of this among the chicly casual interior is divine. My only problem is that I would come back for any one of these dishes on their own and now I won’t be able to choose.

At the end of the meal, I’m left pondering the Bloody Mary. Mother’s Ruin is an old nickname for gin (back in the day, gin joints permitted women to join men in drinking, which led to the thought that many were participating in prostitution and neglecting their children, giving the spirit the moniker ‘mother’s ruin’) so though this Bloody is bloody good (nice and peppery), I feel like it should have had gin in it instead of vodka. Missed opportunity, y’all.

But no matter what time of day you visit this wonderful little corner of Germantown, don’t flake out on the waffle fries. One, because they’re WAFFLE FRIES, and two, because they’re seasoned with old bay and served with chipotle ketchup and caramelized onion chive crème fraiche dip. I can’t think of anything I’d rather chow down on while sipping my cocktail.

Speaking of which, I reckon it’s time for another.