

Address and Contact Information
Address: 305 Korean Veterans Blvd 1st Floor, Nashville, TN 37201
Phone: (615) 251-3013
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Reviews
Let me establish credibility before you judge me: former fat kid, current semi fat philosopher/menace. Part time athlete, full time degenerate with a passport and frequent flyer miles. I enjoy a drink, but I enjoy good food more. My liver has seen things, but nothing worth an intervention. I’ve eaten, drank, and emotionally unraveled across multiple continents and most U.S. states including bathrooms that should not legally exist.
I know when something is off.
I wandered into Hoppy Bird during a snowstorm while temporarily homeless (house had no power, no heat, vibes were BAD). I was staying in a downtown hotel, wearing defeat, just looking to anesthetize my soul with fried chicken and alcohol.
The place is microscopic. Like dollhouse small. You can see the entire restaurant, the kitchen, the staff’s thoughts, and at least three unresolved childhood traumas. Despite this, there were SIX staff members on duty. Six. For what? A flash mob?
I sit at the bar. ID? I will not incriminate anyone, i will plead the fifth. I order a Manhattan and then a beer. Normal human behavior.
An eternity passes.
Suddenly BAM! A server teleports into my aura asking my name and if I “have a tab.” Ma’am, you spoke to me ONCE an hour ago and then vanished like a ghost with student loans. I give her my card.
I am halfway through my drink.
HALF.
She SNATCHES the glass like it owes her money and asks if I want another one.
I wasn’t done. I hadn’t said goodbye. We were still getting to know each other.
I stand up briefly to stretch my legs and go to the bathroom, IMMEDIATELY she goes, “Wanna check out?”
WHO. SENT. YOU.
There is a blizzard outside. I have no electricity at home. I am paying for a hotel. I am actively paying YOU. Please stop trying to evict me emotionally.
I was born in Asia, she might have been asian. Like can we be cool!?
Other staff though? Sweethearts. Two Arab looking guys, a blonde woman, a blonde dude. All normal. All calm. All seemingly just as confused as I was.
Now the chaos part: I’m convinced every single employee started their FIRST EVER restaurant shift at the exact same time. Food orders were being shouted into the void like bingo numbers. Someone would yell an item and everyone would just stare around to see who blinked first.
I was asked THREE TIMES if I ordered THREE DIFFERENT THINGS. At one point I thought I might be the problem. I started gaslighting myself.
I genuinely want SNL to write a skit about this, was too entertaining!!
Food? Meh. Fine. Hattie B’s would eat this place alive and not even burp. The wedge fries are unhinged in a good way though. Those slapped. Credit where it’s due.
Would I return? No.
Did I survive? Barely.
Did I witness restaurant anarchy during a snowstorm while spiritually vulnerable? Absolutely
Recently came to enjoy the hot chicken pasta since it was my favorite. Photo attached is all I have to show what it used to be.
The pasta now looks like a premade frozen meal that you throw in the microwave. Unfortunately won’t stop by again.
Food was good!
Chicken Arugula Salad
Hot Chicken Sandwich (not incredibly spicy)
Chicken and Waffles
Walked into Hoppy Bird expecting a chill meal and some good vibes, but instead, I found a ghost town—if the ghosts were really bad at cleaning up after themselves. The place was empty, yet somehow 75% of the tables looked like they had just survived a food fight.
The bartender moved like he was starring in a slow-motion action scene—just without the action. Ordered food, which eventually arrived looking as uninspired as I felt waiting for it. Taste? Let’s just say it was edible, but I wouldn’t hop back for seconds.
Overall, Hoppy Bird had the energy of a napping pigeon, and the staff seemed just as relaxed. Maybe they were on island time… in the middle of a landlocked city.
We ordered the wings and the loaded tachos (basically, nachos, except with tater-tots.) The tachos were decent. The tots were done perfectly. The wings were really good! I ordered half with the garlic parmesan seasoning and half with the Jamaican jerk seasoning. Jamaican jerk for the win! And, the BBQ sauces they have at the table were also very good.
Lots of local stuff on tap (which I have come to find is kind of a rarity downtown…beers on tap.)
Service was really good. Thanks Richelle! Very attentive and helpful. Would definitely return!
The bartender was real cool and suggested the “Pernicious” IPA and it was delicious. I’m not into IPA’s but it was great enough for two times.
I’d definitely come back here again to watch a game or try their fried chicken offerings.