|Beale Street at Night|
I'd like to say we made it to Graceland to say hello to Elvis, but we didn't, nor to Sun Records where he made his first recording (That's All Right Mama), but again we didn't. We started our first evening at B.B. King's Blues Club for dinner and what a dinner it was. one of the reasons we'd decided to meet up in Memphis was barbecue, Memphis is famous for it and B. B. Kings place lived up to the reputation.
Plates of barbecued ribs, chicken and brisket were consumed. There will no pictures of this because we all looked too stuffed to be photographed. Best barbecue any of us had ever had and the cole slaw and baked beans were pretty good too. We all had dessert, but couldn't finish it, too much food.
The next morning found us at Miss Pollys for breakfast, her specialty was chicken and waffles , that's a southern thing, but we all stuck to eggs, chicken just seems a little strange for breakfast.
|Beale Street in daylight|
After that it was off to the Smithsonians' Rock and Blues Museum, what an incredible place and it will get its own post tomorrow. It was a self-guided audio tour and we could have spent the day there except for the fact that across the street was the Gibson Guitar factory where you could take a tour and Mac loves guitars. It started at 11, so we left the music---they told us we could come back and finish up-- and headed across the street.
No pictures were allowed there, but the pictures will stay with us anyway. They walked us through each step of the making of a Gibson or Les Paul Gibson Guitar, utterly fascinating. Mac had started the tour not wanting another guitar and finished the tour finding out how he could get one that we saw being made.
After Gibsons we went back to the music museum to finish up.
|Triple bridge, middle one for trains, connecting Tennessee and Arkansas|
|Memphis skyline from the river|
After the boat we caught the city trolley to go to the Peabody Hotel and watch the duck parade, but I messed up where the hotel was and we missed it.
" In 1933, Frank Schutt, General Manager of The Peabody, and a friend, Chip Barwick, returned from a weekend hunting trip in Arkansas. The men had a little too much Jack Daniel's Tennessee sippin' whiskey and thought it would be funny to place some of their live duck decoys (it was legal then for hunters to use live decoys) in the beautiful Peabody fountain.
Mac and I had a Zombie chocolate dessert made up of milk chocolate, dark chocolate, cheese cake bits, vanilla ice cream, drizzled with chocolate an covered in whipped cream. It was meant for 2, we shared it with his cousin who'd had carrot cake while his wife had bread pudding in a brandy sauce.
Where we went for dessert we had an older black man playing an acoustic guitar backed by a midi (it provides rhythm) and he was very good. Every place in town had music, it was fantastic.
Our trip was too short, but as I said we should be back there very soon.