A few locals in Nashville recommended we visit East Nashville while visiting and that is exactly where we found the Wild Cow vegetarian restaurant. When I pictured Nashville, I didn’t visualize a vegan-friendly city but the Wild Cow was bomb. I was so delighted to find a vegetarian restaurant in Nashville!!!
Crista’s #1 Rule when visiting a new restaurant: Check out dessert first.
Look at these picture-perfect mouth-watering cupcakes made by Khan’s Vegan Bakery.
The best Kombucha I’ve had to date is that Buchi Water, which I was told is a “best seller” at Wild Cow. After googling around the internet, it looks like the “Water” flavor is fairly new (maybe 1 year old). Interesting what Buchi has to say about this flavor on their website:
Cool and effortless, Buchi Water is the penultimate flavor in our elemental series. We blend our kombucha with coconut water, blueberry, watermelon and two powerful medicinals–bridging Eastern and Western folk traditions. Schizandra Berry is a Chinese adaptogen once available only to emperors. Elderberry is the “Elder of the Herbs” treasured by Native American and European cultures. The element of Water is the deep, universal essence of life, the endless flowing stream of experiences, and the sweet release of letting go…
Check out my beautiful, blonde, non-vegan friend Laura, enjoying a tofu scramble and tempeh for the very first time in her life! She loved it.
Ok, tofu scramble + the most galicky kale I’ve ever eaten = GENIUS.
The maple flavored tempeh we had was good too, but I’m not usually a fan of tempeh.
Quite possibly one of the most moist vegan cupcakes (besides my own) that I’ve ever had was this Banana Cream Cupcake with sprinkles on top. It literally melted in my mouth.
The Wild Cow
1896 Eastland Ave
Nashville, TN 37206
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