Memphis - The home of rock and roll

Our third stop on the road trip was Memphis, Tennessee. All I can say is wow! What a city. The searing 40 degree heat energizes the various establishments into a diversified eclectic mayhem, thrusting you into a laid back vibe that is eclipsed only by the pulse of the city itself. Each of the bars feed off this energy to sustain the vibe so an empty bar always feels like a friendly packed house - not that you will find any of the places empty.

We stayed at a lowly rated hotel off Beale St but to us it was a welcoming homestead. The food here has a Southern feel although with it's own individual tweaks. I recommend trying out the ribs although the girl will tell you she had the best fried chicken she has ever tasted. Every bar is lined with memorabilia from the most famous rock star to some lowly sportsmen.

The Martin Luther memorial was a window into a sad, but vital piece of US history. I would like to put it into the conspiracy theory vault, however I believe the assassination did more for his desperate cause then any amount of preaching would have brought.

We left this city with our eyes, ears and minds opened to the cultural understanding one town can offer.