The King
We rolled into Memphis just in time for lunch and headed straight for Uncle Lou‘s Southern Kitchen. To refresh your memory, this is the place that has the famous fried and honey dipped chicken. BBQ chicken is one of Anna’s favorite foods and we ordered a three piece dinner to share with coleslaw and a biscuit. They served us fried okra by mistake, but said to enjoy it anyway—and we did. Uncle Lou was there working and the place was packed. The honey sauce is spicy, with the spice blend called “Corruption” because once you’ve had it, you’ve been corrupted. Guy called the honey dipping sauce “Sweet, Spicy, Love” and it appears that Uncle Lou changed the name (following Guy’s keen restaurant acumen). It was messy but it sure was good. It’s probably the best chicken we’ve had anywhere so far. We took it to go and ate it at a local park, which we like to do when we can. I forgot to take pictures, but they wouldn’t have done the chicken justice anyway.
Painted Mural Millington, Tennessee
We ended up having to drive back and forth across Memphis to accommodate our destinations with our appetite. First we drove up to Millington, which is where I was born. My dad was in the Navy, and they had a medical facility there at the time. I can’t say that I remember being born, but it was touch and go during those first few weeks while I was learning how to walk and feed myself. It was another month or so before I developed my life-long infatuation with girls and learned how to flirt. Of course, it’s not easy trying to look cool and pick up chicks on a tricycle, but the Big Wheel hadn’t been invented yet; and by the time it came out I was too big for it. Things didn’t really heat up until preschool, and by Kindergarten there were so many girls around its a wonder I ever learned anything. Having been born in the South, I am a proud Southern Boy and expect I always will be (although I was raised in California).
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