Maybe It Was Memphis

If it isn't completely obvious from my lack of posts here, I haven't been cooking much the last few weeks. I've been eating just fine, but the cooking part has gone a bit by the wayside. Unfortunately this isn't going to change in the next week and a half or so, as I am going on vacation (!!!) to Los Angeles for a week. I'm hoping to do a little bit of "off-brand" blogging about my trip, and specifically about what I am eating on my trip. I actually went on a little mini-vacation this past weekend to Memphis to visit friends, so seeing as I have a lack of content I thought I'd write about it a bit. Sound good? It will, once you see the food. Trust me.

After a bit of a mishap on Saturday morning where I went 20 minutes in the wrong direction on the highway (DON'T JUDGE ME, I FIGURED IT OUT EVENTUALLY) I got to Memphis with very little trouble. Here's the thing about Memphis last weekend. It was hot. Like, killer hot. Despite the heat, we wanted to get out and sightsee a little bit. First stop: the mighty Mississippi. (I apologize in advance for the quality of some of these pics. I forgot my camera and had to use my phone.)

It was quite beautiful and peaceful. Weird me, however, couldn't do anything but think about Jeff Buckley walking in and never coming back out. Because I am a morbid freak.

I look much less sweaty than I feel.

After seeing the river, we went to watch the ducks walk at the Peabody Hotel. The ducks were cute. The 30 minute barely audible explanation of the ducks was less so. I also asked to do a quick swing by Beale Street just to check it out.

Those garbage cans smelled pretty. Spotted:

Yesssssssssssss.

On the way back to the house (for dinner!) we did a quick drive-by of Sun Studio to snap a quick pic. I am only including it because apparently we went back in time and I managed to take a picture in 1955, and I wanted to share my awesome time traveling powers.

Cool shot, daddio-s.

OK, now to the good stuff: food. My only request while in Memphis was to get some barbecue. And get barbecue we did, indeed.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present pulled pork barbecue nachos from Central BBQ, served alongside a delicious Ghost River Brown Ale. Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeee.

I was pretty excited about the nachos. I think you can tell from my strangely arched eyebrow.

Yep, pretty much killed it. These were so freaking delicious. I got them without the liquid cheese and I can't imagine they would be better with it, because they were perfect. For real. I ate that entire basket in like 3 minutes. Sooooo good.

Just when I thought our food day couldn't get any better, my lovely host Jessi suggested we get sno cones. Um, yes please!

This place is (was?) Jerry Lee Lewis' favorite place and he went there so much they named it after him. Or something. It was pretty hot out, and therefore hard to absorb the story. Apparently it is a lot of people's favorite place because we waited for 45 minutes in 100 degree heat to get a damn sno cone. The thing is...it was totally worth it.

Wow. Best. Sno cone. EVER. I got a pineapple coconut and it was truly delicious. It was so fluffy and the flavoring didn't taste artificial at all. They even had the option to add soft serve to your sno cone, which all of my friends enjoyed. I abstained, but I tasted theirs and it was heavenly. Stupid lactose.

I believe as I was eating this I said "I want to eat barbecue nachos and sno cones every weekend for the rest of my life." And you know what? I do. It was that tasty.

Later that night there were some furious games of Mad Libs and Apples to Apples. Oh, and these. (Why yes, that is a panther.)

But let us never speak of those things again.

Comments

[Pablo]

Looks like it was a tasty and fun visit! We still want to go there for BBQ...and sno cones apparently!

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Great write up! But not sure I like the photo of my crotch/bulging waistline :)

[Carrie]

Ed Hardy would be PROUD to show his crotch. Embrace your inner Ed Hardy. (Also: no one had to know it was you until you outed yourself...so you must have subconsciously wanted all of us to identify that as your crotch. I see what you're doing, there.)

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those nachos look delicious! sounds like a great trip and i can't wait for updates from la; eat some good stuff so i can live vicariously through you!

[Ashley @ thehungryscholar]

I found a picture of my ex wearing Ed Hardy. I almost vomited because I had kissed him.