During my burger journey through Bluff City, aka the Home of the Blues, aka the resting place for the Best Dive Bar in the World, I turned to my friend Casey and said, “You know what we’re doing?”
“Don’t say it,” he responded. There was some urgency in his voice.
“We’re walking in Memphis, Case,” I said.
So that was a low point.
But our trip through the Birthplace of Rock ’n' Roll had many high points. Memphis is an underrated city, and one with an old-school feeling, partially because there has not been the sort of huge Downtown rebirth that you see in many cities. In fact, as we walked through parts of Downtown away from the bustle and "Mustang Sally" covers on Beale Street, it was a ghost town.
But that didn’t stop us from eating many burgers. Over the course of 24 hours in the city, we hit seven spots in and around the area, from old-school burger chains to classic dives and everything in between. My eating partner was Casey Hurley, my best friend from growing up. Here is a picture of him regretting eating upwards of 20 burgers over the course of three days with me (with bonus Marc Gasol fathead in the background):