Category Mississippi

Bully’s Restaurant – Jackson, MS

Heading home from Memphis, we were over-nighting in Jackson, Mississippi, before heading home.  We had been to a couple of junk and antique stores when lunch rolled around.  I knew that I wanted fried chicken for lunch, so while we shopped I asked several folks where the “best” fried chicken was in Jackson.  I got […]

Doe’s Eat Place – Greenville, MS

Walking in the screened front door of Doe’s Eat Place, we immediately assumed we had made a mistake – we were standing in the kitchen, right next to the grill.  We asked and they waved us through to the second kitchen – where the salads, toast and fries were made – and a lady asked […]

Latham’s Hamburger Inn – New Albany, MS

We actually tried to eat here earlier this month, but it was a Monday when we were driving thru – and they are open from Tuesday – Saturday.  Open for about 90 years, Latham’s Hamburger Inn has been in this location since 1974.  It was then that they moved from across the street, enclosing a […]

The Neon Pig – Tupelo, MS

Driving home from “the bluegrass”, after spending the night near Little Rock, we rolled into Tupelo for a late lunch.  As I had nothing in Tupelo on “the list” and nothing in mind, I searched for “best burger” in Tupelo and several links led me to the Neon Pig.  The Neon Pig began in Tupelo […]

Big Bad Breakfast – Oxford, MS

“Lard have mercy”.  That’s what it said on the t shirt that I was impulse buying at Big Bad Breakfast, because I found it so punny  (apparently so did Dolly Parton’s manager, as the lady who checked us out told her that he had come in, with Dolly in tow, to purchase one for her).  […]

Snackbar – Oxford, MS

We first visited Oxford, Mississippi several years ago on the way back home from a funeral in Memphis.  Oxford was (kind of) on the way and we were looking for a different route home than we had taken there (the non-existent I-22).  We had thought the town looked quaint and it fit our desired days’ […]

Abe’s Bar-B-Q – Clarksdale, MS

We rolled into Clarksdale, just ahead of a storm that we had driven through for most of the last 100 miles, following us like a “Hellhound on My Trail”.  Driving south through Arkansas into Mississippi, we were going down to the crossroads, hoping to catch Abe’s Bar-B-Q, as opposed to a ride.   Or the devil (like […]