When in Memphis, it is required by law to eat BBQ at least once while in the city. Scott found a local favorite joint called Central BBQ. And local favorite it was – line out the door and no place to sit! Thankfully by the time we got through the
queue, a booth opened up for all of us to enjoy some amazing southern food. Due to the braces and surgery, my diet still consists of soft foods, but I managed to savor a few bites of the tender, mouth-watering pulled pork from Scott’s plate. Devine, I tell you! I managed to sneak in a few pictures of the place without too much staring. One thing for sure we noticed, Memphis folk don’t take kindly to tourists. I guess it’s the Paris of Tennessee. What a vast difference between Nashville and here – no Southern Hospitality in these parts!
When in Memphis, it is required by law to eat BBQ at least once while in the city. Scott found a local favorite joint called Central BBQ. And local favorite it was – line out the door and no place to sit! Thankfully by the time we got through the 
queue, a booth opened up for all of us to enjoy some amazing southern food. Due to the braces and surgery, my diet still consists of soft foods, but I managed to savor a few bites of the tender, mouth-watering pulled pork from Scott’s plate. Devine, I tell you! I managed to sneak in a few pictures of the place without too much staring. One thing for sure we noticed, Memphis folk don’t take kindly to tourists. I guess it’s the Paris of Tennessee. What a vast difference between Nashville and here – no Southern Hospitality in these parts!
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