We got to Memphis late in the afternoon on Thanksgiving and the hotel was serving a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, but it wasn't turkey that we were after, it was ribs, brisket and chicken. So we didn't let the lack of a shuttle slow us down, we hoofed the 8 blocks to Beale Street, straight to B.B. King's Blues Cafe and ordered a feast, please observe the before and after photos, no words are necessary.
We made a early night of it because we knew we had a full day planned on Friday.
Friday morning we were up early and off to Miss Polly's Soul City Cafe in search of a southern breakfast. They were out of potatoes because they'd served so many the day before, but we were undeterred. We could have had grits, but I don't do grits. So I had bacon and eggs while Mac had Chicken, waffles and eggs. Who knew chicken could be so good for breakfast. The coffee was delicious and we asked what is was, Miss Polly said Community Coffee from Louisiana. We drank many a cup before leaving.
After breakfast it was off to Gibson's, we had to make arrangements for Mac's guitar, it was ready and we could take it with us or they'd ship. Well, Mac always travels with a guitar so we didn't need to be carrying a second one so we told them to ship it.
After that we grabbed a taxi and headed out to Graceland we had tickets for 10:30. Of course there were huge crowds long before we got there. I'm not going to say much about Graceland, we didn't enjoy it at all. I'm not going to comment on the decor, that wasn't the problem. It was the whole feel of the place. To me it felt like the saddest house I've ever been in, that no one who lived there had ever felt joy or happiness, it was down right creepy. We couldn't wait to leave.
We were allowed to take pictures, but the only one I shot was of the exterior.
The next part of our day was much better and I'll write about that tomorrow.