So, for the first time in 11 years none of our clan is making the journey to the Big Easy for Mardi Gras. If you’re in Memphis or close enough and are in the mood to throw some cash around, might I suggest joining me tomorrow at Side Street Grill.
If you haven’t already heard, the Side Street side of the bar’s kitchen caught fire this past weekend and the roof collapsed. The Red Bar has enough water and smoke damage to render the place destroyed. In the meantime, they are going to re-open in the Magnolia room and on Tuesday they’ll have dollar domestic beers and cheap burgers.
I think it would be great to support a locally owned business that has given us so many glory stories over the years:
Dollar and Nora’s Memphis reception.
The staging grounds for the infamous “Two chicks!” night of getting 86ed from a lesbian bar.
Dozens of late night poker games.
One of the few places that we could enjoy a nice cigar like gentlemen.
A primary reason that I ever met Rachel, as Lindsey was working there are helped me springboard back into the social world.
Watching Jonsey’s friend, Byrd, toss a martini glass against the wall because he thought it would get a laugh (it kinda did) and then proceeded to apologize to Geoffie by tipping WAY too much.
One night, at a post wedding reception get together, the entire place erupted in song in perhaps the largest melting pot experience of the Memphis ethnicities I’ve ever seen.
Geoffie’s bachelor party: One guy getting punched out of his shirt. Another guy falling over backwards in his tall bar chair….twice I think. Poker.
Dancing bloody nosed hookers.
Watching then Grizzlies coach Mike Fratello leave with his…purchases. Man, that guy was short.
Anyway, come out if you’re free. If anyone could use a little Mardi Gras spirit, it the employees and owners. I’ll bring beads.
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