A Rendezvous With Memphis 'Cue

GritsNSoul Confessional #1: After living in Memphis for a helluva long time, there are a few things that I never did because it just seemed too touristy to me:

• I have never entered the pearly gates of Graceland (but I've been to Graceland, Too several times)

• Didn't ever go to Charlie Vergos' Rendezvous because I was in love with Tops BBQ on Union and Colemans No. 43 in Hernando; and, also just because people made such a big deal about it - I can now say in hindsight - I  foolishly assumed it was all hype.

Let's hope there is room for forgiveness, like most transgressions.  So, Walter and I did some touristy things and I thought ok, ok, it's high time we try the Rendezvous.  

The Rendezvous is located in an alley between 2nd and 3rd Streets Downtown, right across from the Peabody.

 

It's a good thing we got there for an early dinner.  (Breakfast was so big, we didn't have lunch.  By the time we got there we were hungry!) 

You go in, go down the stairs to the left and stick your name on the list.

Then you go back upstairs and wait for your name to be called over the loud speaker.

There was only about a 10 minute wait and not enough time to explore the upstairs area (at that point anyway). 

We were escorted downstairs and into the depths of what we would soon realize is a little slice of heaven.  We got seated and look around at the walls and ceiling decorated with memorabilia, found objects and who knows what.  I got my camera out and was fiddling with it and the waiter walking past our table took it out of my hands because he thought I wanted him to take a picture.  I told him no, not right now, I was adjusting something and it's kind of complicated to work anyway. 


Then I realized...hey, this guy looks familiar.  Dean?  Dean Reese from high school (please people don't judge me)?!  Yep!  Wow!  It was great to see him after literally years.

He told us a little about the building, built in the 1860s and that he was the first white feller hired to work at the "Vous".   It was great to see him after all this time and he was so kind to send a little something special to our table to kick off the food frenzy or what I like to call the "Carnivore Carnivale."

It was the Ham, Cheese, and Salami plate, covered in dry rub tasty goodness.  Holy cow (or rather, pig). 

 Walter's meat, meat and biscuit "sandwich"

We decided to get a couple of things to share and ordered the pork ribs and brisket plate and the pulled pork plate.

Now, let me press pause and say that many people have waxed poetic about the barbecue here at the Vous - and for good reason.  I will not attempt to rewrite what has already been written.

The official Barbecue Wars (Texas VS Mississippi) continued full force, however the skirmish came to a complete stand-still at approximately 4:37 p.m. on 27 February 2010.  It is important that it be duly noted here.


Let it be said that no fewer than 20 expletives were uttered with awestruck reverence after the food arrived and began to be consumed.

I won't name names but whispered comments about the exceptional quality of Memphis barbecue and how perhaps prior judgment and trash talk may have been  inaccurate were sheepishly confessed.  Maybe I was just hearing things...

Needless to say there was quite a bit left over.

Leftovers are serious business.

So, then we went to Riverside and saw the beautiful sunset over the Mississippi River. 

It was still pretty cold out but we walked a little ways, heard the trolleys roll past on the rails and made our way back to the car.

Next stop:  Beale Street.

Discovered Ani DiFranco is playing in another month.  I saw her at the New Daisy several years ago and it was so much fun.  I love that venue and have seen some terrific shows there.

We mainly just wandered around people watching and listening to music.  Eventually we went into A. Schwab's and looked around.  It is the only original remaining Beale Street businesses.  Even the police precinct and museum is gone.  Mr. Lansky is now in the Peabody, so it's just the Dry Goods store (although they do sell cans of potted meat passed off for "road kill" on the 1st floor, which is where all the kitschy stuff is located)

Truth be told, I had been on the lower floors, but from what I can recall hadn't really explored upstairs.  It was fun to look through everything on the second floor, which was Schwab memorabilia - lots of fun!  It's still got a great vibe to it.  I think it's because I like old wood and metal.

Where can I find the Diabetic socks?  3rd Floor, right next to the panties and slips! 

They sell everything in all the old wooden bins.  Hats, aprons, souvenirs and real stuff.  I wonder how much business they do with all the real products?  And who buys the kitchen pots and pans?


Walter and I decided on Silky's because technically we wanted to see the Irish goats outside.  It was too cold and the patio was closed.  Oh well.  Our friend and fellow former Memphian, Jacksongirl, encouraged us to make some friends and get a diver.  Maybe some other time when we can crash at a stranger's apartment or ride the train home!

I ordered a Boll Weevil, "rum, banana and juices," which was a really girly drink considering the name.  If I were to make a Boll Weevil, it'd either be brown or green.  (That has officially challenged me to make up a BW drink of my own to be unveiled at the 3rd annual Watermelon Party this summer.)


GritsNSoul Confessional #2:  I swear to Pete if I never hear the song "Walking In Memphis" again the rest of my life, I'll live out my days a happy, carefree person. 

I have a special antipathy for that song that I cannot begin to explain. I don't know if it's because it's so damn cheesy or it's just so cliche. Both, really, and also a gut feeling. An intuition. Good for him that he made millions off of it, now please go away. Seriously.

We heard that song by the chanteuse "Barbra Blue" after ordering our 2nd drink at Silky's.  You can tell so much about an artist by the cover songs they choose...

We immediately asked for the check. The ruse was to pay the woman 5 bucks to stop the song (how's that for filling the tip jar) but I was curious if 100 bucks would get her off the stage for the night. 

All in all, we had a fantastic time and it was a great weekend in the Blues City, my former hometown.