Memphis, Interstate and Elvis - Day 9
From the Road Food book (Stern's, p. 178), we chose the Cupboard Restaurant for lunch. The book states: "Not to slight the entree's, but an all-vegetable plate is a perfectly logical and satisfying lunch". Sentences like that don't compute. Whats the deal...do they mean no meat?
Our entrees came out. Our combined 6 vegetable sides we picked included fried green tomatoes so heavily breaded that I ate a whole slice. The cucumber salad looked just like any homemade cucumber salad, but the Italian dressing was a special tangy blend. There was super fresh Italian spinach, with a buttery parmesan flavor. The tater tots were a mistake and shouldn't
have been ordered. We had one huge sweet potato that was so soft you scooped it out with a spoon like soft serve ice cream. The 72best of the best was the fresh corn pudding that was a large dollop from a casserole and with a texture like dry thanksgiving stuffing and a barely noticeable sweetness to it.
We each had some forms of chicken, too.
After a couple of beers on Beale street while basking in the warm 72 degrees, I took a side trip to Graceland. I paid $6 for parking, but wasn’t willing to invest the time or money to actually enter the property. I did buy a tee shirt, and walked around the clunky pre-entry area. Not really anything of note.
I picked up two chopped pork sandwiches and 6 oz. of baked beans from the famous Interstate
BBQ, and headed back to Beale street. We sat in the park, listened to some fine recycled blues, and finished off our stay in Memphis the right way – with one final beer.
It’s a straight line on Route 55 through Mississippi. (We passed the Ole Miss Oxford exit, I’ll be back for BigEarl’s crawfish etufee.) By this time tomorrow, I should have finished at least one Bourbon Street Hurricane.
Our entrees came out. Our combined 6 vegetable sides we picked included fried green tomatoes so heavily breaded that I ate a whole slice. The cucumber salad looked just like any homemade cucumber salad, but the Italian dressing was a special tangy blend. There was super fresh Italian spinach, with a buttery parmesan flavor. The tater tots were a mistake and shouldn't
have been ordered. We had one huge sweet potato that was so soft you scooped it out with a spoon like soft serve ice cream. The 72best of the best was the fresh corn pudding that was a large dollop from a casserole and with a texture like dry thanksgiving stuffing and a barely noticeable sweetness to it.We each had some forms of chicken, too.
After a couple of beers on Beale street while basking in the warm 72 degrees, I took a side trip to Graceland. I paid $6 for parking, but wasn’t willing to invest the time or money to actually enter the property. I did buy a tee shirt, and walked around the clunky pre-entry area. Not really anything of note.
I picked up two chopped pork sandwiches and 6 oz. of baked beans from the famous Interstate
BBQ, and headed back to Beale street. We sat in the park, listened to some fine recycled blues, and finished off our stay in Memphis the right way – with one final beer.It’s a straight line on Route 55 through Mississippi. (We passed the Ole Miss Oxford exit, I’ll be back for BigEarl’s crawfish etufee.) By this time tomorrow, I should have finished at least one Bourbon Street Hurricane.
1 comment:
Sounds like you have decided on a theme for your trip. Eating and drinking. I couldn't think of anything better for you to do with your time. Have one for me. Luckily Bush does not know how to use the Internet or he would be rather jealous of your pork forays.
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