Yes, I’ve had it wrong the whole time. The ‘Deep South’ refers to true southerners, apparently – those who live, I guess, further south than here. What do I know, I’m just a Canadian. But I digress.
Yesterday we were in Nashville. They call themselves ‘Music City’, and it really does seem that much of the industry is built around country music. For example, there is the ‘Grand Ole Opry’, which is really important (for some reason that I couldn’t explain if you asked):
We also went to the Country Music Museum and Hall of Fame. It was actually really well done for two people who know very little about country music. I do like to listen to it in my car (ok, ok, the truth is out) but for the most part I don’t know which performer sings what, and I certainly wouldn’t recognize any of them walking down the street. But the museum explained the history of it and how it came to be, which made it accessible to anyone.
So today we hung out and had a fairly quiet day in Memphis. Here are some images around town that amused me:
“Big Ass Beer To Go”:
Yeehaw, it’s the mighty Mississippi river. The peninsula with the flags is called ‘Mud Island’. And in the distance, well, that-there is Arkansas. Again, I am embarassed to admit that before just a few weeks ago I had no idea that Memphis was on the Mississippi river or that it was so close to Arkansas. I couldn’t have placed Arkanasas on a map.
So we went into Miss Polly’s to order up something Southern. Fried chicken, of course. And… waffles? Seems that Southerners have a weird thing about waffles, and my lunch order was … chicken and waffles (they came together as a meal, I didn’t make this up on my own).
Yes, that IS butter all over the waffle. That is AFTER I did my best to scrape off at least 1/4 cup of excess butter onto the side of the plate. The gloop in the bowl is beans and rice, which was Louis Armstrong’s absolute favourite. Johnny copped out and got a salad.
Yeah, Johnny really does stick out around this place. In fact, we went to the laundromat this afternoon (*someone* had puked on all her clothes, but we won’t specify who) and a small boy was looking at him funny. I was the only white person there, but Johnny was probably the only Asian in the entire STATE.
Here’s what he’s been doing to try to fit in better:
Our feast tonight: BBQ ribs with coleslaw, fries, baked beans, and tamales. Johnny also ordered a salad, but for some reason it didn’t make it back to the hotel room. Some poor guy out there got a salad he didn’t order and is wondering what he’s supposed to do with the box of leaves.
Either that or the restaurant staff are having a good chuckle: “Can you BELIEVE that guy? Wanted a salad? Who wants a salad when you can have FRIED PIE?”
I know you’ve been wondering: “You’re in Memphis and you didn’t go to Graceland???”. Don’t worry, my friend. Tomorrow is another day.