See what I did there? From Soul Fish to Soul Music. I have an audiophile spouse, so I’d heard many of the artists featured at this museum. What I didn’t know, however, was the extraordinary story of the company and its role in both community and society. The orientation film and the exhibits pull you into the legend that was the Stax label. I found the whole museum to be thoughtfully presented, and just the right size to go in depth without overwhelming. If you don’t dance at some point during your visit, something’s wrong with you. And the gift shop rocks—literally.
Everybody told us to go to Corky’s. Usually I shy away from the tour-book must-see’s, but this place got such raves that we felt compelled to check it out. Boy, am I glad we did. Sure, it’s exactly what I’ve come to expect from a southern barbecue joint—in-your-face friendly staff, rustic decor, a scent you can pick up in the parking lot, and delectable but unhealthy food in quantities to make your cardiologist nervous. Problem was, by this point in our trip I craved something that wasn’t drowning in tangy sauce (we’d been in Memphis a few days by the time we got here). Corky’s came through anyway: My husband did BBQ, but I had a very fine Pulled Hickory Smoked Turkey Salad and we saved room for some truly splendid Ice Box Lemon Pie.