The intrepid College Point Pub Crawl 2013 crew visited the College Point Yacht Club’s private bar, then crossed the neighborhood on buses, on foot, and in the bed of a pickup truck to enjoy a fantastic Sichuanese dinner at Little Pepper.
After nearly a decade of exploring and shooting College Point, the one thing that stands out is change — in people, places, and attitudes.
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.
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.
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.