Late last night after work my friend and I randomly selected the British Movie The Trip. We knew nothing of it. Purely selected it for the sights we thought we would see in the background. That we got! The characters are apparently famous comedians, unknown to me. I don’t keep up with the latest stars. It really was fantastic. The two men pictured below play themselves. They are touring the country trying different restaurants and inns. All the spots they chose are locally owned and full of warmth. We wanted to crawl through the computer screen and share a glass of wine with them.
When the decision came up of what to eat for lunch. I immediately thought of a charming looking restaurant that shares a Tudor style property with an antique store. It’s on South Highland Street in Memphis and called the Elegant Farmer. Great name, right? Our meal and experience were perfectly matched to the movie we had watched. I had the pot roast with hearty mac and cheese while my best bud Jonathan had the salmon patties with mac and cheese. We southerners can’t pass it up, can we? Our bread was made by the restaurant. Everything about the food they serve screams passion and warmth. Everything feels very earthy from their choice of root vegetables to basic ingredients.
I’m going to go ahead and say it. This may be one of my favorite restaurants EVER. Yes. Based on that one meal. The joy I think I would receive by spending a dinner there is something to dream of. Overly dramatic? I typically am, but this was amazing.
My Pot Roast :: cell phone photos of food just never look as good!
Jonathan here from Philadelphia, MS
So happy :: and soon to be full
Rich chocolate cake with the most delicate fresh cream
Sure adore this colorful rooster. I’m not a fan of these in the home
But I would welcome this one
Yesterday it was sunny and warm here in Memphis. Today it is overcast and chilly. A day for reflection. Introducing you to some of the perfect music for day dreaming. London group Still Corners. This lovely number is from their 2011 album Creatures of an Hour. There are older albums to enjoy, too. enjoy. xoxo
Had dinner last night at The Majestic Grille on S. Main. My friend, who I went with, lives across the street, but we never ate there. That changed last night when we got all prettied up and walked across the street.
I pretended I was having dinner on an ocean liner. I just finished a book where the characters got dressed up every night for dinner. drinks and fantastic conversation. The long dining area with dark woods created the fantasy.
A very handsome Elvis on the screen
The real history is very unique. I posted the history from the restaurant’s site below.
“Originally built in 1913 as the Majestic No. 1, a silent picture house that entertained Memphians for three decades, the restaurant gives diners a glimpse of the heady Hollywood days of ol’. From the beautifully restored Beaux Arts décor to expertly prepared classic cocktails to warm, gracious service to Chef/Owner Patrick Reilly’s award wining, yet remarkably comfortable food, you find yourself feeling transported to another time. Add to that the largest private movie screen in the city showing silent films & classic movies and you’re center stage in an atmosphere that reclaims the cinematic glory of the dawn of the silver screen.”
Sorry for the terrible photos
I only had my cell
Me with a martini fueled lazy eye
So happy in my floral
Dan Yohey :: Downtown Resident
Slept as late as I possibly could (which is late), got take out in my pajamas, then moved to my special place on my couch with my much loved throw and a handful of magazines I’ve been waiting to read. Nothing special but so special after working all week. Now…just have to run before dinner plans tonight.
If only I could manage to take a picture of the whole outfit
I have on the top, a pajama dress and pajama pants
Layering is stylish, right??
It’s been a white since I’ve done a Fantastic Music Friday post. Wonder why? This is changing today. Will be my friday routine for now on :)
My go to tunes the past 2 weeks have come from Youth Lagoon, actually singed to Oxford’s Fat Possum.
The songs are dreamy, moody and surprisingly uplifting. Hurray for this delightful find. The time I count on every day for quality music time is during my shower. My stereo is in the hall and the songs wind into the bathroom leaving me standing there far longer than necessary. A nice way to get me ready for a busy day at the station and out and about doing who knows what!
Let the English themed blogs begin. I’m taking a fun trip there in April. Travel related day dreams are my favorite. All day my mind switched through these enchanting photos of rustic English life. I’m mostly to be in London, but I’m planning on getting out a day or two.
Photos :: Design Tripper
A friend greeted me for dinner last night with two of the neatest gifts. A vintage Chopper 5 toy and Action News 5 magnet.
The helicopter actually works, well it doesn’t fly, but it does scoot around on the ground!
The False Inspector Dew
I picked this book up on a whim. Having just finished all Peter Lovesey’s Peter Diamond books, I was wanting something good. So, I turned to one of Lovesey’s older crime novels.
The book is set in the 20’s. There are two crimes being told through the story that in the end weave a great tale. I love the blending of British and American culture.
I stayed up all night just to finish. The characters are interesting. The setting of the Mauretania is a great change from the streets I normally follow the investigations through. Normally when I start a book, I enter the crime after it has happened and play the role of assistant investigator. In this one we are there with the players as they plot and worry. The end was a bit of a curve ball :: if you read you will no doubt agree.
This weekend is Mardi Gras in Meridian. ok ok. I know. It doesn’t sound like it could be that big of an event. Well, it is.
Driving gives me the worst case of nerves, so I just couldn’t make the 4 hour drive south for a short weekend, but my heart is with my friends. Last year we had bloodies and brunch at my house before we all jumped on our floats, and hung on for dear life since the vodka had by then gotten to us. It was one of those fun times that lasts for hours as people came in and out of my little apartment.
To my Meridian friends :: I think of y’all all the time. You are all so cool and interesting. What I would give to have another dance party with you guys. At least a vaseline dance party, Jason.
My desire to write is a lot like my desire to have a baby. The idea of both have popped into my mind in the last 6 months. Ok, mommies out there, I know the comparison may seem a little inappropriate, but for me the timing and likeliness of them happening are similar.
The being a mommy thing I blame on Dr. Oz. He ran a show a while back saying that women need to take charge of our fertility. I still haven’t figured out how that works if one doesn’t have a suitable man in her life or is in the process of chasing a career, as I am, so I will put that blog off for another late night. My favorite doctor comes on NBC right before I anchor the 4, so he successfully brain washes/freaks me out every day.
Writing :: a much more pleasant topic.
I want to write. I suppose that is why I blog. It’s writing what I want :: when I want. Though, when I allow my mind to wander, I like to dream of writing crime fiction. It’s all I want to read. For those book snobs rolling your eyes right now, there is good crime fiction. It’s moody, descriptive and full of emotion. It isn’t all cheesy and I happen to like some predictability in my crime. Enough justifying, bottom line, I want to write crime fiction.
Right now, I just don’t have what it takes. I get a couple of ideas of what the crime would be but then get overwhelmed at the thought of character development and all the minor details that go into a story. For me it’s the minor, often accurate, details of a city, subject or history that my favorite authors incorporate that make reading so fascinating. It may be fiction, but you are still gaining something. If all the details weren’t as specific or descriptive I don’t think I would escape into a book as I do.
I think my goal will be that I will write a novel when I retire. I suppose retirement may eventually also be a matter of fiction, but it’s a story I choose to believe for now. Here’s to dreams!!
I don’t spend a lot of money on shoes. While some ladies pour cash into heels and such, I just consider them objects that touch the ground and are bound to get destroyed :: much like cars. That’s why I drive an old car and will until it won’t start.
I did, however, splurge a while back on a really nice pair of Frye boots. The leather so soft and fragrant. I spent upwards of 300 dollars on these boots that I thought would last forever. Well, they would have if not for my luck.
I woke to a slow drip this morning in my guest room. The only thing the water dripped on was my boot. It is better than my first sleepy thoughts. I yelled, “Bridget, did you puke on my boot.” Before she could tell me she didn’t, I realized it was a better situation than the first one I created. The room was dark and I just noticed the boot was darker than it was suppose to be.
No, they are not ruined. They may be as brown boots but I think they could have a future as black. Send positive thoughts my way as I want to scream at the shoe Gods.