That title must be credited to Michael Ventre. He came up with that after I told him how much Larry and I have eaten on the road.
I can't write well. All of the blood that is usually in my brain is currently busy in my stomach digesting the abuse heaped upon it today. It started at the Pancake Pantry in Nashville. We knew something was up when the line to get in snaked around the corner at 10 am on a Wednesday. The person who seated us whispered to me that the sweet potato pancakes were his favorite..."ROAD FOOD" recommended them, and the buckwheat
pancakes. The great waitress brought us samples of the sugar and spice pancakes, the buck
wheat, and Larry ordered some facockta corn meal thing with cheese and bacon. There were three syrups: maple, cinnamon cream, and honey. All this for someone who doesn't really eat much breakfast...The sweet potato pancakes came topped with powdered sugar, wholly unneeded-as the batter was just as rich and sweet as possible. The large mound of sweet butter on the side added insult to injury. I managed to suck down 2 of the delights and a side of Grits. OOOOOOOO. I moaned all the way to Memphis. Memphis - home of Elvis, The Blues and Barbeque. I got a southe
rn blues CD for Mikey, managed to avoid all Elvis stuff, and then had some OUTSTANDING Bar B Q. Some how I found room to devour a pulled pork sandwich- I know PORK AGAIN-oy. The best sauce I have ever had. Wonderful Beans, great coleslaw. Just outstanding. Jim Neely the proprietor of Interstate
Barbecue was IN THE HOUSE. (see photo) and he was as warm and wonderful as his food. Carrying on, forgoing dinner...all Larry wanted was a beer and the World Series. We are in a Dry Frickin County. What???? 15 miles in each direction. No Beer. Home state of Bill Clinton? No dang Beer. It is all about TUMS and sleep for me. JM
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