Saturday February 14 cont
Believe it or not, I never finished my part of the report. The remaining report was actually supposed to be photos to supplement other reports so it may seem incomplete due to my lack of photos....
After checking into my hotel, I met up with Poverty Pete
at the Flying Saucer Beer Emporium
On the way to the bar, I ran across this place
Been there, done that
I also ran across this really cool antique car
I don't remember the name of the beer although it was brewed in Memphis and was somewhat unmemorable. I left Poverty for a while to try and find a decent cup of coffee, of course, since I was downtown, Starbucks was all I could find. I decided to take a stroll to Dyers
to see if any of the crew was there. When I arrived, I happened to run into Ayersian
who later joined us back at the Flying Saucer.
We left The Flying Saucer
and arrived at Leonards
. Adding photos would be pointless, and basically my sentiments match everyone elses. It was a disappointment, or at least the buffet. As usual, my timing was impeccable, every time I got to the buffetline, they were down to the bottom or completely out of what I was looking for...
I wil add my lame attempt to construct a dry - blah- pork sandwich
After dinner Sundancer
drove me back to my hotel. I took the trolley back into town and met up with some of the crew on Beale Street, but everyone bailed quickly and after a brief walk through and a couple of sombreros later, playing security guard, I escorted The Travelin Man
back to his hotel and he drove me back to mine. Sunday February 15
Poverty Pete picked me up at my hotel and after checking out, we stopped at High Point Coffee
, near my hotel, a small local chain out of Oxford Tennessee. We then drove to The Arcade
, to meet up with the remaining crew, Buffetbuster and Cousin Johnny, Chitown Diner, Ayersian and NoCarolina
. It was a decade earlier when I last visited The Arcade
I had the Sweet Potato Pancakes- faintly sweet, they were good, but didn't "blow me away". These were acompanied by eggs, bacon and a side of grits.
Someone else had a shake (cousin johnny?)
And someone else had biscuits and gravy
and here's a first- it was listed as "country fried steak on the menu"but when served, looked a helluva lot more like "chicken fried steak"
Unfortunately 2 months after the fact, my memory is fading. There are many other photos out there somewhere, including the feast for a "cast of thousands" that Chi Town Diner
We said our goodbyes to Carolina Bob and Ayersian and it was now down to the five of us. At the last moment we (Poverty Pete and I) decided to make one more stop before leaving Memphis. Collettas
. Home of the first BBQ Pizza
After stopping at the seedy location in town and finding out it was closed, we went to the polished suburban location..
(there's Poverty Pete
walking towards the entrance)
We started off with some fresh yeasty Italian Style rolls
Moved on to some really nasty Toasted Raviolis which don't even deserve a photo
(that's why I rarely eat something that's not indigenous to the region)
After almost 2 decades of curiousity, the Pizza arrived.
Liberally loaded with Shredded BBQ Pork, the sauce was alot milder than I expected, I was expecting a tangier bbq style sauce.
After our last minute stop, Poverty Pete and I drove back to Nashville. We had a couple of hours to kill before my flight left, and we stopped at the Blackstone Brewery for a couple of brews.
I don't remember what I had, but it was good.
We drove back to the airport, and my last meal was a peanut butter goo-goo cluster at the airport- (sorry, no photos)
Overall this was a great trip, and I always have this memento to remind me- from NoCarolina
- at the Gift Exchange that took place at Leonards
Currently residing in the bookcase located in my spare bedroom (aka office, guestroom, den)