Foglight Foodhouse

05/31/2026

05/26/2026

"Mmmmm, ba-BUMP, mmmmm, ba-BUMP, mmmmm, ba-BUMP" said the tires over the old bridge. You've driven it enough now that you don't even notice it. The headlights curved through the trees as the wind blew softly through the branches overhead, and nobody said much. After the Monday they’d had, silence felt pretty doggone good, and a weeknight dinner treat is just what the doctor ordered. The rain had already started. Not a hard rain, mind you. Just enough to give the river goosebumps.

Then they saw it. The warm, golden light glowed through the windows like a lantern in the woods, high above the Caney Fork. Smoke curled from the fire pit, and it's the kind of place that makes you slow down before you even step out of the car.

As they walked down the parking lot, gravel crunched under their feet, and somewhere nearby, somebody laughed. An owl asked "Whooo?" in the background, and as the well-worn front door squeaked open and slammed shut, the fire crackled and popped against the damp evening air.

Inside, the whole place had its own rhythm. Steaks hissed on the grill. Butter sizzled across a hot sauté pan. Plates clinked softly against tabletops while conversations drifted through the room like a ribbon of smoke from the pit out front.

Nobody was in a hurry. Not the couple by the windows watching rain skitter across the river. Not the friends leaning back in their chairs long after supper was over. For a little while, the realities of the world outside cozily disappeared beneath the sounds of Foglight supper being prepared, served, and enjoyed.

And somewhere between the rain on the river, the laughter in the dining room, and the crackling fire outside, they remembered what evenings are supposed to sound like. That’s Foglight’s soundtrack.

Slow down for a bit, come hear it for yourself during the week at Foglight Foodhouse, and remember, folks-- you've got to get lost to find us.

05/15/2026

Like a blast from the past, the river still rolls, the tree tops still sway, and folks still believe a meal tastes better when you slow down long enough to enjoy it.

05/14/2026

The middle bite of your favorite food is the BEST bite. A juicy steak, your favorite sandwich, a cream filled donut… The same can be said about my favorite state— Tennessee. Middle Tennessee has it all, so visit Foglight Foodhouse, and take your favorite bite— the middle. Get lost. Find us.

05/13/2026

By popular demand, we're having wing night this Thursday, May 14th!! Our colossal wings are fresh, hot, juicy, and they're available plain, or with your choice of 3 dry rubs: butter onion garlic, smoky BBQ, or zesty Cajun. Choose parmesan garlic sauce, or traditional BBQ sauce for dipping. They're likely the best you've ever put in your mouth, and they're only $12.99 for eight. Tomorrow is wing night, folks. Let's cook and eat!!

931-657-2364 www.foglightfoodhouse.com 275 Powerhouse Rd Walling TN 38587
Closed Sun and Mon, open Tue thru Fri 5-8pm, Sat lunch noon-2, and dinner 4-8pm-- first-come, first-served. Get lost. Find us. See less

05/08/2026

Some refer to it as a "cold brew." Others call it a "brewski," a "frosty pop," a "cold one," "wallop," or "tinnie." I prefer "barley pop." Regardless of your preferred monicker, nothing ends the day better than an ice-cold pint glass filled with your favorite libation.

With an extensive and rotating variety, we proudly serve locally sourced craft brew, domestic beers, and ciders. Wouldn't you just love a moment to unwind on the river with an ice-cold brew and a breathtaking view? Well don't think about it, drink about it!!



www.foglightfoodhouse.com 275 Powerhouse Rd Walling, TN 38587 931-657-2364

Closed Sun and Mon, open Tue through Friday 5-8pm, Sat noon-2pm, 4-8pm-- first-come, first-served. Get lost. Find us.

05/07/2026

I remember it like it was yesterday-- "Mom, Dad," I said, "after breakfast, can we please go for a drive in the country? I'd love to pick some blackberries and look at the wildflowers." I don't recall them having any trepidation about another scenic drive through the country, but I DO remember my father complaining about his sudden onslaught of hay fever. (There's no mystery as to why our mother's bouquet of freshly picked flowering weeds found their final resting place somewhere in the back yard.)

Now imagine, to this day, that there are still unspoiled country roads where you can recreate such a memory, and many of them lead to the equally nostalgic Foglight Foodhouse. Hardwood lined walls, burlap ceilings, delicious lunch fare, terrific service, outdoor dining, and a lovely view overlooking the beautiful Caney Fork River is the list of ingredients that makes for a lunch getaway you won't soon forget.

Pack the family in the car, roll down the windows, take a slow drive to yesteryear, and remember, folks-- you've got to get lost to find us.

Saturday lunch is served every Saturday from noon until 2pm. No reservations-- first-come, first-served.