I know. You want to know if I got my snoot on in Memphis. No. (Hurls self on floor and kicks feet.) No snoots, even though I had an “in” at Gilbert/Carl Jr.’s family’s soul food place. I couldn’t find it. I drove to the address he wrote down, which matched the address from the Internet, which matched the address on the Tom-Tom, which was not Blocker’s Soul Food Express but was instead Gladys’ Donuts. (I assume the donuts part, there was a rough painting of a big circle next to Gladys with the possessive punctuation.)
So. Fine. Fine fine fine. Since clearly Master Mason Gilbert’s relatives run a soul food speakeasy that is not open to me, I went instead to Graceland like we white folks are supposed to (crosses arms and sighs at ceiling). Where we had this:
Chili Cheese Fries (enh) Cheeseburger (meh) and a Grilled Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich. The grilled sandwich was actually acceptable when you stopped thinking of it as a sandwich and thought of it as a dessert.
Speaking of desserts, we had no dessert food at the festival. I looked for the Deep-Friend Twinkies they have in LA, but I saw none. (The coasts always get things before we do.) Instead, we had a BBQ sandwich (even with the coleslaw it tasted a little too Arby’s to me). Oh, and these:
All the chips were connected in some double-helix spiral-cut fashion. With the cheese sauce on top, Gary said it was like eating chips and playing Jenga at the same time.
Finally, we had a meal at Blues Street Cafe on Beale Street. The ribs, of course, were not Saint Louisian, but oh yes, the fries. Well done!. Very well done. Well done fries. I usually ask for my fries well done when I think the waitress won’t give me the cow stare, but this time I got perfect fries and I didn’t have to ask. Forget Memphis ribs, give me Memphis fries. Oblong crunchy hollow morsels of grease that still retain some of their original french-fry shape and taste faintly of potato.
Now of course, we are back on the Gary Gulag Diet. (Hurls self on can of mixed nuts and looks about savagely.)
5 responses to “Memphis: the Food”
There are deep fried twinkies AND deep fried snickers bars at the duquoin state fair in IL, which is less than 2 hours from st. louis over labor day weekend… if you need a twinkie fix. i would recommend the snickers though. i had one last year and it was AMAZING.
Hmmm.. yes, we have deep fried twinkies at the Iowa State Fair, too… but I’ve not had one. I’ll just stick with the corndogs… and funnell cakes… and turkey legs…and ice cream… oh, shit. Now I’m starving and the fair isn’t until August! Thank you very much. Grrrrr.
OMG, did you not go to the Rendevous? Memphis-style Barbecue? Hello? You test my faith.I bet they would have had snoots in the back. They would have yelled at you though, for asking, before they went to get them.
Sarah – Okay then, Sarah! I will save my calories for the deep fried Snickers. Good selection, I think. Jenny – Rendevous? That might have been one of the Restaurants the lead guitarist of BNL said was closed on Sundays (then they made up a little song titled Jesus doesn’t eat pork on a Sunday). Sue – ewww. I don’t like any of those foods you named. I can eat snoots but turkey legs? With the sinews and all? Ew!
Aack – my bad. Its http://www.hogsfly.com. Hogs, not pigs. Also, true, apparently, that they are not open on Sunday. Like Chickfilla. Damn Christians.