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The motif of the day turned out to be “British people in
Memphis”. It was truly odd. Our first encounter of the day was at
breakfast. Our other meals in Memphis
had been at extremely modest places – little cafes and absolute dives. We’d run out of pre-researched places for
breakfast and just Googled “best breakfast in Memphis”. A number of articles recommended
Paulette’s. It is a lovely little place
in the riverside planned community of Harbor Town (which is where I’d live if I
lived in Memphis and had lots of money).
The restaurant is attached to the lovely looking River Inn (where I’d
stay next time, if I had a lot of money).
It is definitely swanky:
And the food was great!
A nice touch – bread basket on the table before you even order:
I had French toast, which was prefect:
I am extremely picky about French toast. I don’t like it really custardy inside – it
just feels like uncooked eggs to me. I
like it crisp on the outside and cakey on the inside. And that’s exactly what this was like. But I only ate one piece. Because that sausage was phenomenal. I am often bowled over by the quality of link
sausage that some restaurants manage to get.
It is usually fatter than the links that I find at grocery stores and so
much tastier. Wish I could find out
where it comes from.
Mr. Kim started with Irish oatmeal topped with fruit and
nuts:
And ended with Eggs Benedict w/ country ham:
…with just the right amount of oozy yolk goodness!
At the table next to us were two ladies. We exchanged the usual nods and somehow got
to talking. I detected English accents
and asked where they were from. Turns
out that they are sisters – one lives in Philadelphia and the other in
London. Ms. London was visiting her
sister and they were touring Tennessee.
I have this reverse prejudice when meeting Europeans in the US. I always wonder why they are here when they
have all of Europe at their door step? I
know. Anyway, they were absolutely
loving Memphis and asked if we’d been to Graceland. We had to confess that we hadn’t actually
toured it, but only hung over the gates to take pictures like trashy
paparazzi. They raved about it. (???)
In our subsequent conversation, it turned out that Ms. London had
friends who live in Beer in England.
This is the little village that my Aunt Mary lives in. Less than 2000 people live there, and here I
found another soul with a connection, 1000 miles from my home and 5000 from her
own. How random is THAT? Anyway, they were delightful ladies and I was
so glad to have met a couple of British ladies in Memphis, Tennessee, of all
places. Little was I to know…(moire non,
as my friend Rachel says).
Inside Harbor Town is a wonderful little grocery named Miss
Cordelia’s. How lucky these folks are to
have such a place within walking distance.
Harbor Town is really fantastic – good restaurants, a well-stocked
grocery and the Mississippi River at their front door.
After breakfast we walked across to the river for a postprandial stroll.
A nice man agreed to take our picture:
(Once again, I forgot to remove my glasses!)
Since this was our last day (half day, really) in Memphis,
we spent the rest of it driving around and visiting one more special place. This is the Memphis Pyramid:
It is incredibly huge – 321 feet tall and the sides at 591
feet long at the base. It was built as
an arena, but is now used as a Bass Pro Shop (yep) and houses retail, a hotel,
restaurants, a bowling alley, an archery range and has outdoor observation decks. Crazy.
Our last real stop in Memphis was someplace very special:
Sun Studios – where Elvis recorded his very first song. (See – we didn’t entirely ignore The
King.) And where people like Johnny
Cash, Carl Perkins, Roy Orbison and Jerry Lee Lewis, among others have recorded
over the years. It is a remarkable place
and lots of fun and we took LOTS of pictures.
Sun is where our second bizarre British-related experience happened. When you walk into the studios, there is no
lobby or front desk. You walk right into
what looks like a gift shop/soda shop:
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…because that is what it is.
There are dozens of people milling around – waiting for their tour to
start, shopping, having a soda and sitting at the few tables. Including us – Mr. Kim had bought our tickets
and we had a while to wait. And all
around me, to the exclusion of any other are English accents. Every single person that I could hear talking
was speaking with an English accent. I
was feeling deeply perplexed. We sat down
at an empty table and a couple of folks asked if they could join us. They, too, had The Accent. So, of course, I asked where they were from
and if they were with rest of the group.
Turned out that they were a father and daughter, also from England. She lives in Liverpool and he in either
Norwich (town) or Norfolk (county). They
were NOT with the group (which turned out to be another bunch of Brits on a bus
tour of the US), but did ask us if we’d been to Graceland and raved about
it. They were really lovely folks and
told us a bit about their past as musicians.
He’d been in a rock band years ago that toured in the States and she had
actually performed at the Blue Bird Café, a famous Memphis venue. They were very interested in our trip to
England in 2011, but sadly did NOT know my Aunt Mary in Beer (lol). These were the last Brits that we ran into in
Memphis. It was wonderful and peculiar,
all at once!
Back to the studio tour!
It was a great tour – lots of wonderful stories and fantastic music. Our guide Jason was an enthusiastic and
personable young man who really communicated his passion for the place and its
history. We got to see the broadcast studio of the WHBQ radio station (it had been disassembled and moved here to Sun)
where disc jockey Dewey Phillips played Elvis’ first real record “That’s All
Right” and basically ‘broke the internet’.
He got such a huge call in response that he played it repeatedly for 2
hours:
Lots of wonderful memorabilia:
We also got to see the actual studio where all the magic
happened:
…and, as we were astonished to discover, is STILL
happening. Sun Studios isn’t just a
museum, it is an active recording studio.
When the tourists clear out, the artists arrive and jam sessions
start. There are podcasts available
online (just Google ‘Sun Studio podcasts”) to hear some of these. I hadn’t heard of many of these folks, but
then there are the big guys who come here to record for sentiments’ sake,
apparently. They include U2, John
Mellencamp and Chris Isaak. We got some
good pictures (some I digitized in black and white for effect):
This is a picture of the so-called ‘Million Dollar Quartet”:
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This impromptu jam session took place in December of 1956
and included Elvis, Jerry Lee, Carl Perkins and Johnny Cash. Can you imagine? Gives me shivers!
They give you the opportunity to ‘sing’ into the
(reportedly) actual microphone used by Elvis and others. Mr. Kim couldn’t resist:
Another cool sign down the street from the studio:
I’m thinking of printing out all the cool signs and doing a
collage. Our next stop was The Cake
Gallery that The Child had found for us.
Gorgeous and delicious cakes:
This was the best we tasted!
On our way out of town we drove through Aunt Mildred’s old
neighborhood and the cool Cooper-Young area.
Couldn’t resist this sign:
“Pizza Pies”. Is
there anywhere other than the South where they still refer to it as ‘pie’? Also this great train trestle decoration:
We had lunch at The Pancake Shop. You will laugh at our reaction to lunch. We certainly did. After days of eating rich, fatty, heavy foods,
we just wanted simple and plain. And
cold. No hot food for us that day. We both started with the same delectable
salads:
Iceberg, shredded cheese, tomatoes, bleu cheese dressing and
saltines on the side. It was
fabulous. We were moaning and
groaning. So perfect. Mr. Kim had a wonderful ham club:
That’s REAL ham. Not
deli – cut off the bone ham. Tennessee
ham. I had the simplest thing on the
menu – tuna salad on rye:
With ooky battered onion rings. I should have asked. I don’t like battered rings, only crumb or
flour coated rings (which are getting harder and harder to find).
We have no more pictures from this day. And no more stories, either. We spent the rest of the day in the car
traveling through Tennessee on our way to a quick visit to see my grandmother
in Reidsville NC. But, as always, we had
a great time. I’m a big car-trip
girl. I know lots of people have
horrible memories of family car trips and comedians make a living off their
memories of them, but I’ve always loved them.
I can remember our drives to NC to visit my grandparents or frequent
trips to Ocean City MD or Chincoteague VA for vacations. This was, of course, long before cell phones
or sometimes even good strong radio signals.
We’d sing and talk and laugh and discuss things. Ted taught me “I’ve Got a Loverly Bunch of
Coconuts” and “Knees Up, Mother Brown” on those trips. I tortured him with grape-flavored Big Buddy
bubble gum (he detested the odor). We
all tortured Momma with disgusting talk about gross stuff. And these days, even with cell phones and
Satellite radio, I still love road trips.
They are concentrated time just for us.
As a family, we have our best talks, we laugh hysterically at stuff that
only WE find funny and, with Jessica and me at least, something bizarre always
seems to happen. For instance, while we
don’t spend a lot of time in high-crime areas, she and I have seen MULTIPLE
arrests.
So our haul from Memphis to Bristol was long, but fun!