Rendezvous Ribs. Mmmmm.
Saturday night, before Will's big day, Mommy and Daddy took Grandmother DiBaldo up on her babysitting offer and headed downtown for some sweeeeet southern barbecue.
We put our names on the waiting list (only 45 minutes on a Saturday night! can you believe it?) and walked down to Memphis' River Walk. Not much more than a lighted sidewalk along the Mississippi River bluff, but a good vantage point for the sunset.
Alabamians brag about Dreamland ribs, but they really know nothing of superior rib cooking. To get that, you gotta go to Rendezvous in Memphis. Christina estimates she was last there six years ago and I think my last trip was at least 10 years ago. Way too long to wait for heaven on a rib bone.
We finished off a whole rack, two orders of beans, slaw and a sausage and cheese plate then wished we'd ordered two racks. But that should do us for a few years until we can get back. Maybe Will can come with us next time.
After dinner, we then took a walk down Beale Street. Wow, that place has really changed since I was there last. Lots of new clubs, lots of people and a police blockade on both ends of Beale checking IDs and searching for weapons. Oddly, the checkpoints only made me feel less safe.
We can't wait to get back to Memphis.