Those of you who have been with me since the start of my literary journey will remember that Memphis, Tennessee is one of my favorite cities. In Friends to Die For one of the characters was from Memphis and the city plays a small part in my upcoming novel, Sloane.
I was in Memphis last weekend and was reminded why I’m so fond of this wonderful city.
I had a chance to have lunch at the Soul Fish Cafe on Poplar Avenue. It was a fabulous experience: great food, ambiance and of course, the service. The menu was expansive and the prices just fine. The great southern drink, sweet tea, flowed freely. I felt comfortable not having to make a reservation.
The cafe is the type of place made for a scene in a book. Patrons could enter from the front or side. Plate glass across the front permitted sufficient lighting to penetrate the restaurant. Every table was filled. There was no worry about dropping something on the concrete floor. The servers seemed like old friends. The sweet tea flowed constantly. Everything you expect to eat in a southern city along the Mississippi was on the menu, especially catfish (even catfish nuggets), collards, coleslaw, fries and other juicy treats.
I’d feel comfortable placing characters into this setting.