Brea Jones

For those of you who know my aversion to red meat, I ate world-famous ribs at Rendezvous in Memphis last night. Even my dad tried them. We waited an hour in a smokey back alley to be seated in the dining area, which had checkered table cloths, paper plates and satisfied patrons. We also visited Beale Street along with thousands of other people. Memphs was host to an American Idol audition and wannabe stars could be seen everywhere. Now we’re on the road to Louisiana to visit family and see the Gulf.

Here is proof.