For a good ol' Southern party, I must now recommend Memphis. The entire area of Downtown Memphis is set up to party, Beale Street in particular. There is a little of everything for everyone, as the club scene is huge there, as well as bar bars for the drinking kind. Even the beach flare is present as I saw numerous buckets of alcohol and fruit juice concoctions (usually called "hurricanes" or something like that). One of the beauties of Beale is that the street is completely closed off, and patrons are free to carry their drinks out of bars and hang out on the street, or take it into anther bar. Also, on Beale, one can purchase a "Big Ass Beer" (32 oz.) for $5.00, all up and down the street. Once again, you can bring it with you to the bars. And all of this with a 5am closing time.
With just this little bit of info, you can see the type of weekend I had. All Friday, Saturday and Sunday of it. Perhaps further insight and recommendations to come.
G and I found ourselves in a drunken stooper amongst some of Memphis's finest, after a walk through BB Kings joint-where the house band was rockin and Jut was nowhere to be found we headed back out onto Beal. With a big ass beer in hand and a drunken hunger hits like a Mack Truck. As a man of size i am always looking for something to eat, but on this street a hot dog wouldnt cut it. We headed into the Blues City Cafe, A feast fit for kings is what we had, G tossed back a rack of ribs and I tackled the golden fried catfish, the flavor explosion in my mouth was indescribeable. You konw what they say, when in Memphis....
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Posted by: Bigworm | June 14, 2006 at 12:43 PM