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 at the end of the book’s release party. Around 2 a.m. that night, Ben Aviotti of the Dead Soldiers stood before his mic and summed up Meek’s book in two simple lines: “You wrote a book about your city through fucking barbecue. How cool is that?!”
July 27th, 2014 - 9:38 pm § in Memphis, Memphis BBQ
Up All Night: Craig Meek’s Memphis Barbecue Release Party
Tags: BBQ, Memphis, MEMPHQ2014, music, Up All Night
June 18th, 2014 - 5:51 pm § in Memphis
Memphis Dive Bars: A Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Guide to Drinking in Memphis
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.
Memphis Dive Bar Adventures: Wild Bill’s, The Last Real Place in Memphis
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.”
June 18th, 2014 - 5:48 pm § in Memphis, Memphis BBQ
Memphis Dive Bar Adventures: Bar-B-Brawl at the Bar That Never Closes
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.
June 18th, 2014 - 5:46 pm § in Memphis
Memphis Dive Bar Adventures: Down by Sundown
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.
June 18th, 2014 - 5:43 pm § in Memphis, Memphis BBQ
Memphis Dive Bar Adventures: Perfect Ribs at 3 a.m.
The Ribs. Succulent, platonically moist, fall-aparty, infused with Memphis-style charcoal smoke, served with a dusting of finishing-spice and a side of sweet house sauce. In other words, perfection.
June 18th, 2014 - 5:39 pm § in Memphis
Memphis Dive Bar Adventures: Ghost Mustang & The Magic Skillet
Maybe it was the way she said patty, but the patty melt won. We asked if she could cut ours into thirds. She smiled. I wondered how long she’d worked there and been forced to listen to stupid shit like this.