the peabody

hotel in memphis, tennessee. world famous for its ducks that come out every night i believe, though i've never actually seen them.

there's a barbeque joint across the street (union i think) that a good friend always recommends - rendezvous. however, on making this journey i learned from the carriage gal that it's closed on mondays, tuesdays, and january. not sure if these were magic beans she was pawning off, but the alley did look quite dark.

ate at the blues city cafe instead. johnny cash cover singer there, though he did some elvis numbers as well. the half rack of ribs (wet style) was enough to kill me, and i think the big beer my colleague ordered did him in. between he not able to handle a drink, my full stature, and this being the fourth trip to memphis with no rendezvous, it was back to the hotel this evening.

not the peabody by the way for us.