

Housed in a glorious Southern mansion in the heart of Music City, Jimmy Kelly’s Steakhouse continues to be the standard by which all American steakhouses are measured. Founded in 1934 while the country was in the throes of the Great Depression and just one year removed from the repeal of prohibition, Jimmy Kelly made a promise to himself and his diners. Simply put, he would serve a great steak, a generous portion of whiskey and ensure the service was always attentive. Making good on that promise has been the cornerstone of the restaurant’s success and enabled it to survive and flourish. Now over 80 years later and operated by the third generation of Kellys, it has earned a reputation as one of the grand old restaurants in the southeast.
Family-run steakhouse since 1934 serving beef, fish & wines in a romantic, historic house.
Hours
| Thursday | 4–11 PM |
| Friday | 4–11 PM |
| Saturday | 4–11 PM |
| Sunday | 4–8 PM |
| Monday | 4–10 PM |
| Tuesday | 4–10 PM |
| Wednesday | 4–10 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 217 Louise Ave, Nashville, TN 37203
Phone: (615) 329-4349
Website: http://www.jimmykellys.com/
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Order and Reservations
Reservations: jimmykellys.comopentable.com
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Reviews
That being said, this place has been around for going on 100 years, and there are so many reasons as to why. This is, to this day, a privately owned one-off restaurant – and it shows in the definitive experience, ambience, and quality that they’ve cultivated since 1934.
Complimentary champagne and a little personalized card was already there upon our arrival for the special occasion. Since we knew the moment we saw it that we’d be getting a tomahawk, we stuck with the cornbread and escargot as light appetizers. Both were very tasty, and even the homemade spread for the cornbread was excellent.
The variety of cocktails available here is great, with those we tried being flavorful and done with exquisite care. The tomahawk itself was cooked to exact request, and the side dish we ordered was up to the same pristine standards.
As a thank you for spending our anniversary with them over 200 miles from home, our server Jimmy even bought us dessert. The creme brulee was a beautiful finisher that once again maintained the same meticulous standard the rest of the meal had followed.
At the end of the day we agreed that we’d make this drive again just to enjoy Jimmy Kelly’s as a dining experience… and to see Jimmy, of course.
Have you been putting this one off? Don’t. Huge mistake. Book that reservation and go, you have my word you will absolutely not regret it.
First, we waited about 15 minutes for our menus and water. My wife and I considered whether to order drinks, ultimately choosing mojitos. While mine was decent, I suspect it lacked alcohol. My wife’s mojito tasted overwhelmingly like syrup. When our server asked if we wanted another drink, I said yes, but he informed us they were out of syrup. I jokingly remarked that they must have used it all in our drinks.
Next, we ordered the pork belly as an appetizer, as we’re big fans of it. Unfortunately, it was the worst we’ve ever had—mostly fat with hardly any meat.
We prefer a quicker dining experience, but this felt prolonged. If we return, we might need to communicate our desire for a more efficient service. I’m not one to complain or cause a scene; I almost left after the long wait for our menus and water. I just felt our meal, totaling $297, didn’t meet expectations.
Salads after steaks even though our server asked what my preference is for when the salad should come out.
Macaroni and cheese was completely forgotten about, and apparently so was I, as I couldn’t get a server to let them know my side was missing from my meal. So as I am finishing up, I finally let the server know and he brings it, but I am already asking for the box.
Let me say this… the flavor was great. Steak was good. And yet, my steak was cold.
Day before Valentines day… if this was any other day or romantic visit because of my wife, I would have talked very intently with the disappointment I experienced with a manager.
$300 for me and my wife and I would NOT do it again.
The house itself is stunning and walking through the front door genuinely feels like stepping back in time. That magic lasted about thirty seconds, until we were escorted right past the beautiful main dining room and seated on what I can only describe as a glorified patio. This was a belated Valentine’s date night, and any hint of romance evaporated the moment I found myself wedged against a support beam in a packed section. Claustrophobic doesn’t begin to cover it.
Then came the food. The Wagyu carpaccio was somehow completely flavorless… I didn’t think that was possible. The shrimp cocktail was unmistakably frozen. The sides were so disappointing: Kate’s potatoes had zero seasoning, the Brussels sprouts were drowning in bacon jam, and the creamed spinach was missing the cream.
But the real disaster was the main course. I ordered the blackened aged cowboy medium rare; it arrived medium well. My wife’s eight-ounce filet was ordered medium and came out rare. Both sent back. We were told dessert would be on the house, which was a nice gesture until we waited twenty minutes for our $170 worth of steaks to return, by which point our appetites were gone.
The complimentary espresso crème brûlée arrived cold and tasted like baby food. A fitting end.
To top it all off, someone killed the music before our entrees even came back, so we got to enjoy every word of every conversation around us — and they got to enjoy ours.
Meanwhile the bill was, you guessed it, wrong! 2 cowboys on it and the crème brûlée. Glad I checked or I would have had to pay for 2 steaks and a dessert I didn’t even eat.
With the music off it felt like the ghost of Jimmy Kelly himself was whispering in my ear: Get out. This place isn’t ours anymore. We should have listened.