Weekend: Midtown, Downtown, Sunday Couch Living

The title of this post is almost a perfect summary of my weekend. Friday night started out immediately after work at the Brookhaven Pub. After downing a couple of beers, we headed to Soul Fish Cafe in the Cooper-Young area for dinner.

Soul Fish was pretty crowded when we got there and we had to wait 20 minutes for a table. The crowd was a good mix of couples, groups of friends and families. Catfish platters were the poplar choice of the evening at the house, but as usual I had to break the norm. I had the Cuban sandwich. A good choice indeed.

After Soul Fish we went to Cafe Ole for more cocktails. The conversation and service were both excellent, but the so-called "top shelf" margaritas were far from good. They tasted like pure margarita mix with no alochol. This reminded me that I need to spend more time at Los Compadres and El Mezcal.

I was home and in bed by 11pm, knowing that Saturday had the potential to be long day.

Saturday started early at the Creepy Old Man's house for Mimmosas. I think everyone had two generous servings before heading Downtown for the Memphis Tigers basketball game. I'm sort of ashamed to admit that I had a pretty good buzz going on the cab ride down. We watched the game from the comfort of luxury suite and had a few beers each during the game. Do you see a theme here?

After the game, our group went from 5 people to more than 10 at Silky O'Sullivans. The bender of a day took its first big step when we decided to order a Diver Bucket in addition to our normal beverages. There's nothing like knocking back a Diver before 2pm.

After a few rounds, we decided to hit Beale Street and catch some of the acts in town for the International Blues Festival. We went to the Blues Hall where a good band was playing. Everyone had a good time, especially the Creepy Old Man while he was dancing on stage with a couple of the female singers. It was only 3pm and drunken stage dancing was already in the mix.

B.B. King's was next on the list for a late lunch. I recommend the ribs. Drunk or sober, they were pretty damn good. NL hinted at going home after we ate, but I would have nothing of it. I should have listened to NL.

Around 6pm, someone had the wonderful idea of going to Coyote Ugly. I figured what the heck, one more drink and I'll be done. Too many drinks, female friends dancing on the bar, friends getting spanked by bartenders and three hours later I was ready to go home. I was worn out and ready for bed.

Needless to say, I didn't feel so good on Sunday. My Superbowl was spent on the couch with food from Whole Hog Cafe. Yet another place for great ribs.

Congrats go out to the Tony Dungy and the Colts for taking care of the Bears. Peyton Manning had a good game, but I think the MVP award should been shared with Dominic Rhodes for his solid rushing peformance.

The highly anticipated ads weren't that special this year. Nothing really stood out to me. For $2.6 million a spot, I was expecting a lot more. Side note - It was good to see Coca-Cola make a return to the big game.

This will be a good week to lay off the sauce.