First things first - barbecue. Yes, Gabbie and I went to Rendezvous, the touristy BBQ joint in an alley.
I -Gabbie- like to pretend to be a foodie, so I've tried to make it a point to grab a local beer in each of the cities we've been in. I ordered this local Memphis brew, Ghost River- Golden. It was light, airy, and tasted like honey. For all your wacky-ness, Memphis, you get a big thumbs up for this one.
After waiting what seemed like forever in the huge 2 floor waiting hall, we finally got seated and were served a plate of mouthwatering meat. We decided on sharing a combo plate (so everybody wins) of pork ribs and brisket.
It was a great decision. The brisket was the star of the meal. Yes, I don't eat meat, so when I do it tends to be mind-blowingly delicious, but the taste of the brisket gave me visions of hot summer nights and smokey campfires. I was in heaven.
After the delicious meal, we headed to Beale St., the Bourbon St. of Memphis. On our way we passed a plethora of Cindarella carriages. Apparently dogs help sell the carriage rides. There was a guy who put in half the effort with a stuffed dog (sorry for not having a pic). He wasn't getting much business.
There was a security line to get onto Beale St. Yup. TSA style security with metal detectors.
During our journey through the South we've noticed that people are very friendly and have no problem approaching strangers. So all the weirdos who usually keep to themselves in NYC will go up to people and touch them in the South. We had to make a bigger attempt not to make eye contact here. We couldn't imagine getting tipsy here and dealing with drunk, grabby creepers.
The bars and clubs along Beale St. had people on loudspeakers trying to coax drinkers into their establishments. We heard "ladies get in for free" from this one spot that looked like an old theatre, and we had to use the facilities, so we decided to check it out. It was the Daisy. THE venue all the hits played at back in the day. There were black and white pictures and rock'n'roll memorabilia all over the wall, but I couldn't get into it because of the awful dance music and neon lights on truss towers distracting me. I was shocked and appalled that someone turned this historical landmark into d-bag central. Wow Memphis.
The bars and clubs along Beale St. had people on loudspeakers trying to coax drinkers into their establishments. We heard "ladies get in for free" from this one spot that looked like an old theatre, and we had to use the facilities, so we decided to check it out. It was the Daisy. THE venue all the hits played at back in the day. There were black and white pictures and rock'n'roll memorabilia all over the wall, but I couldn't get into it because of the awful dance music and neon lights on truss towers distracting me. I was shocked and appalled that someone turned this historical landmark into d-bag central. Wow Memphis.
Along the bars and clubs is an old timey general store. They had a bunch of goods from back in the day on the upper level, their "museum."
Super creepy stuffed animal
On the first floor, they have current goods for sale including Perfect Pets...
There were other stores like Tater Red's...
where you can buy a cat-in-a-can
On our walk back to the hotel there was a lady slumped against the side of a building hysterically crying. She was a horrible actor. Memphis had a weird vibe.
Nah.
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