Musical Memphis, Tennessee Resurrecting into its Glory Days
Story, photos/videos by Cassie Hepler (unless otherwise noted)
The irony of getting off the old school Greyhound Bus from Clarksville to Memphis, Tennessee with its shiny, new marble polished floors and then stepping into a Mercedes Benz did not sneak past me. For me, getting a smidge of work done on the spotty Wifi was better than driving although a bit longer (3 hours versus 5 on the bus). I was reminded that some things never change since college and that I am still not a fan (big surprise there). However the journalist in me still likes mixing and mingling with all walks of life and hearing the strange stories that everyone always seems to tell me: their deepest, darkest secrets and then announce afterwards in wonder, “Why am I telling you this?” To which I always shrug and say, “Everybody tells me their secrets.”
The Benz picks me up after a man selling Twizzlers – or was it gummy fish – said that all my chi is in my shoulder and how to properly roll it correctly using a Pilates technique to loosen it up. He was right. My shoulder was jacked up – from spazzing out at the sight of a cockroach back in Arizona – and then trying to stretch it with vinyasa yoga right before I left, which made it worse. He opened the door for me and was a gentleman even though I didn’t buy any candy, which is a Southern theme you see over and over again. The men say “yes, ma’am” and open doors, pull out chairs and scramble to make you comfortable – and feed you. Me and my Memphis host chatted on the way to Hotel Napoleon, the newest kid on the downtown block. Once a place people were scared to stay, it’s now getting fresh life infused into its old building – and its stunning.
As soon as I checked in, washed my face and brushed my teeth, it was time for dinner at Catherine and Mary’s, home to more renovations in a fabulous old building and the spot where they played Elvis Presley‘s first hit, “That’s Alright (Mama)” over the loud speakers.
After a good night’s sleep in that comfy bed and falling asleep with the TV on (again), it was up and at ’em to go get the breakfast of kings at The Arcade Restaurant. Since 1919, Memphis’ Oldest Cafe is family-owned, offers delicious home-cooked food with a family friendly atmosphere that feels untouched since the 50’s complete with cup holders in the women’s bathroom. We beelined to Elvis Presley’s booth, or the mafia seat as I call it, in the corner pocket of the restaurant with your back to the wall and view of everything going on around you.
After I gobbled down that delicious dish above, I hauled my growing butt down to the river’s edge where the Memphis Riverboat docks and loads curious travelers from afar. I met a medley of Australians which oddly makes up a lot of Memphis tourism – to a couple that I taught how to use Lyft’s XL option (they had 5 pieces of large luggage on their USA tour) to an older couple on holiday – I kept meeting them and this river cruise ride was no different.
Right after the river cruise, I hightailed it to the Peabody Memphis Hotel Duck March which honestly I had no clue what I was getting into but knew it was different and I like weird. Fortunately, I was able to drop off my sneakers, etc. at the concierge (which took my cell number and called me later to make sure I didn’t forget as I enjoyed some dirty martinis). Crowds of people then waited by red ropes. It was very fancy and oddly exclusive. The couple to my left were from Phoenix, AZ and were amazed I never heard of the ducks (hey, I’m a cat lover what can I say?). The ladies to my right were buzzed on wine and buzzing with excitement. I told them about my blog and then my Memphis host showed up and led us to our table front and center by the ducks and their marble fountain. Soon the buzzed wine ladies joined us and asked a medley of questions to our assistant duck master of the day (they rotate) Doug Weatherford.
We were in a great spot for a full video, so we went with it at Peabody Duck March.
With a belly full of vodka and olives, it was time to soak it all up with some of the best fried chicken in Memphis, Tennessee. But before I could even get in the car, I met a man on tour with the Tommy Emmanuel guitar camp who invited me out to the show later that night… musical Memphis strikes again but this time with an Australian musician. But back to chicken! World Famous Gus Fried Chicken is not touting its own horn. They really are known for the best fried chicken and I can now see why. Not one to eat crappy KFC or the like, I want the real deal straight from the source and my mind was about to be blown.
Remember earlier (scroll up) when I took photographs of the Bass Pro Shops Pyramid while on the river cruise? Well, our Memphis host wanted to show us all of the city at once. Inside is the Big Cypress Lodge which offers over 100 rustic, distinctively appointed rooms and cabins all about the outdoor lifestyle. Certainly worth it to poke around, there are fish and alligators and more in that funny pyramid. If nothing else, pay the $10 cover and go to the top of the pyramid for sunset. Bonus if you are eating at the restaurant, you can put that cover toward your meal (or cocktails).
The next morning, fellow Memphis photographer Adarryll Jackson Sr. met up with me at the hotel for a day of exploring and photography. Our first stop was Graceland, Elvis Presley’s grand, flashy oasis in the Memphis, Tennessee countryside. It was so massive and an overwhelming display of wealth, it deserves its own separate blog post! But after that whirlwind tour, we went to Sun Studio where all the greats were discovered – including Elvis and Johnny Cash.
We then zoomed over to Crosstown Brewing connected to Crosstown Concourse, the sort of place you would want to be if their was a zombie apocalypse according to our Memphis host as it has everything you could possibly need in one large, revamped building. Crosstown Brewing is also a new kid on the block launching in February 2018 and killing it with online reviews. They offer guests to order from local restaurants and eat inside but are bouncing around the idea of food trucks, whichever works best for their growing and hungry beer lovers.
Soon we were back on the road again for one last dinner – and certainly one to remember at The Beauty Shop which sounds like a hair salon and once was where Priscilla Presley had her hair done before it was made into an upscale restaurant. This whimsical new American eatery and bar touts vintage hair-dryer chairs and glass-brick booths with chefs slinging new twists on classic Southern favorites.
That was my last Memphis Travel night in the warm and welcoming Hotel Napoleon where the concierge taught me about “loosies” aka some places will let you buy just one or two cigarettes instead of a whole pack (brilliant, but illegal). I enjoyed the most satisfying, spicy sausage and egg breakfast burrito on the house in the morning with copious amounts of coffee of course (and still leaned toward the cappuccino maker in the lobby for a real pick me up). And soon I was off to the airport again, after the front desk declared I didn’t check out until the next day. I assured them sadly, yes it was time to go and if airlines were more lenient, I would stick around. But alas, it was time to leave musical Memphis, but those smash hit songs have been playing in my head nonstop since!