We concluded that Silky O'Sullivan's on Beale Street in Memphis is weak on food, but strong on music.
We took Morgan to Beale Street yesterday and went to Silky's for what turned out to be a very forgettable lunch. Maria and Morgan split an order of ribs that Maria said were inferior to what she's had at the Whole Hog Cafe in Jonesboro. I ordered the Cajun burger with onion rings. I couldn't detect any Cajun spices in the burger and the onion rings were exceptionally bland.
After cruising the street and finding some live blues in the Pepsi Pavilion where Morgan danced with a kid who was part of a group of mentally handicapped people, we drifted back up the street toward B.B. King's place.
We watched a couple of kids turning handsprings in the street for tourist dollars, then noticed music coming from the Silky O'Sullivan's patio.
We found a table where we could watch the musicians and observe the two goats that make Silky's unique and passed the next couple of hours drinking beer and soaking up the blues.
We were running out of energy and money about 5 p.m. at a time when Saturday evening activities were just starting to pick up and left with the realization that we got there way too early. It'll be a night trip next time.
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