A lot has happened in East Somerville. New restaurants, the first of two new parks, and that whole Assembly Square thing. But Broadway remains the lifeblood of the neighborhood, and as we wrote last year, dining locally on Broadway means enjoying food from all over the globe.
You get to towns like Bryan, Texas by driving long miles. You drive past grazing cattle. You drive past trees of oak and mesquite. You drive past the ingredients, what the barbecue is made of.
It may not be suitable for the cover, but the best quote about Craig Meek’s Memphis Barbecue: A Succulent History of Smoke Sauce and Soul came from the book’s release party.
The Memphis dive bar scene is legendary, but not many people know that. We went out every night, and something zany or insane happened every night.
The night was far younger than we realized. Someone invited us to have a drink at Wild Bill’s, which a local would later call “the last real place in Memphis.”
It was about 3 a.m. and time to eat dinner again. Even before leaving the Northeast, we’d labeled the ribs at Alex’s Tavern one holy grail of our Memphis quest.
The P&H, or Poor & Hungry, Cafe looks both poor and hungry. The whole building looks like it would be the first thing to blow away in a tornado.