Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Pearl’s Oyster Bar

Pearl’s Oyster Bar
Pearl’s Oyster Bar
Having had a late lunch at The BBQ Shop, and belching the whole way from Nashville to Memphis, my body was not yet ready for another barbecue meal. And that has been the struggle. If I can't have lunch at an early hour, having a barbecue dinner is almost out of the question. It was easier in the Carolinas because you could get away with a small barbecue sandwich. But in Tennessee, I am on the hunt for ribs. And ribs only come in platters, which means at least half a rack, several sides and a gallon of iced tea. Getting that in twice a day without at least six hours in-between is a real struggle.

Pearl’s Oyster Bar awakened us to the fact that Memphis is much more a “Southern” city than Nashville. Things move a bit slower. The food has more soul, the music as more grit to it. Things are a bit messier here. Well, ok, not at Graceland, but certainly in downtown Memphis.

Peg Leg Porker

Peg Leg Porker, Nashville
Peg Leg Porker, Nashville
Brian, the barman at Merchants, recommended the Peg Leg Porker and we stopped by on our way out of Nashville to Memphis. Peg Leg Porker was a cinder block building on a street with an open pit on the front porch and the staff, all girls it would seem, in Daisy May cut off shorts and well worn cowboy boots. Drinks were offered immediately but we begrudgingly declined as we had a three-hours drive to Memphis ahead of us.

Still in search of better than average ribs, I again went for the half rack with smoked green beans and baked beans.  Sauces were on the table.

Finally, some great BBQ in Tennessee. The ribs were flavourful, tender and some decent smoke and a nice bark. The dry rub surprisingly lacking salt in my opinion. The smoked green beans contained some cured and/or smoked pork and the beans were the best I have had on this trip.

With Carey Bringle of Peg Leg Porker
With Carey Bringle of Peg Leg Porker