The Pork Days

From Nashville we continued west, stopping in Memphis per a friend’s recommendation to have ribs at a little joint on 2nd St and Union called Rendezvous. They had two things on the menu: ribs, or a half order of ribs. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a pig that good in my life. Truly amazing. Not a cheap pig, though. We split a whole rib, and it ran us over twenty bones.


Tom awaiting his ribs at Rendezvous

From Memphis we went on to Arkansas, taking the Pig Trail up to see our friends Maggie and Matt in Fayetteville. The Pig Trail cuts the corner off two interstates I can’t remember the numbers of, which makes sense because interstates are pretty much unmemorable. Country roads and highways are the way to do a roadtrip -they give you a much better feel for the people, the towns, the lay of the land you're visiting. The Pig Trail is awesome; it takes you through some fantastic mountains and valleys and follows and crosses the Mulberry River. Gorgeous part of the country. Arkansas is cool.

In Fayetteville we dined at an Italian place called Pesto with Mags, Matt, and mama P, Maggie’s mom who was also in town for a visit. After dinner we had coffees and beers and played pool until it was bedtime, and in the morning after a fantastic breakfast at the Stay-Inn-Style B&B we all went to the farmer’s market, where the boys, who are charming and well-raised, bought tulips for the women they love.

At the farmers’ market in Fayetteville

I like him.