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Memphis Animal Services

In response to Bianca Phillips’ cover story about Memphis Animal Services (“Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood,” April 4th issue): I recently adopted a puppy from Memphis Animal Services. I was hesitant to go there after all the bad press I had seen. However, the facility was very clean, and every person we dealt with was helpful and positive.

It was an emotional process, adopting a puppy. I wanted to take all of the animals home. The staff at MAS was outstanding every step of the way. I really hope others will reconsider what they have heard in the past and visit the facility and decide for themselves. Hopefully, the positive word will spread.

Jennifer Smith

Germantown

The RDC

I am writing in response to a letter from Robert Burns (April 4th issue). The letter was appropriately titled “Trashed,” and it criticized the appearance and sanitary conditions surrounding the Beale Street Landing project. Burns’ letter raised serious doubt in my mind as to the Riverfront Development Corporation’s (RDC) ability to handle a project of this magnitude. 

As a proud citizen of Memphis, I concur with Burns concerning this matter. Folks, wake up please! This project has been going on since 2008, and we, the citizens of Memphis, have sunk millions of dollars into it. Yet, the RDC has the audacity to give its CEO a raise and add insult to our wounds by adding a vice-president position at another $120,000 per year.

I say it is time for the citizens of Memphis to stop remaining silent, while our city leaders consistently sign us up to be ripped off. 

Anthony Chalmers

Memphis

Jack Magoo’s

I was disappointed to read Randy Haspel’s Rant (April 11th issue), where he wrote so harshly about Jack Magoo’s. It isn’t fair to make a judgment like this without knowing both sides.

Brian Roper is probably a good man. I don’t know; I’ve never met him. However, everyone behaves badly at some point, so we should not assume that Roper is any different and was not at all at fault that night. His injuries do look terrible, but we do not know the whole story of how he got them.

The bartender who was arrested over this mess is one of the nicest people I have ever met. And I am appalled by the backlash against him, as well as the rest of Magoo’s staff, whom I have never seen mistreat any customer and who have always gone out of their way to make sure that I had a good, safe time.

Kathryn Grace

Memphis

World-class Memphis

I recently attended three events in Memphis that I can truly characterize as world-class: the Midtown Opera Festival, the Church Health Center’s Healthy Communities, Communities of Faith conference, and Memphis Fashion Week.

The innovative leadership at Opera Memphis was clearly evident. They offered an array of new, fresh works, masterfully performed, along with community activities and partnerships. Opera is relevant again here, and Memphis is taking a bold leadership role nationally in making it so.

The Church Health Center conference drew more than 350 people, from Singapore to the Ukraine, who were interested in seeing this amazing model of Memphis social entrepreneurship expanded nationally and globally. The synergy of the participants and presenters from this four-day conference will be a catalyst for change well beyond our city limits.

The second annual Memphis Fashion Week showed brilliance in connecting our city and people with a different kind of creativity. Well organized and also seeking community partnerships, this event, too, should be a source of pride for Memphis.

Memphis is rife with opportunity for involvement and engagement and innovation in all sectors, from arts and entertainment to civic initiatives. Good things are happening around us, because many people have decided to make them happen. Let’s thank them and support them.

Ken Hall

Memphis

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The Rant

I’ve never had the occasion to go to Jack Magoo’s Sports Bar and Grill and now I never will. Last week, bouncers at the
Broad Avenue bistro physically removed a customer from the bar because they believed he was intoxicated and creating a disturbance. The police responded to the scene to find an injured man on the sidewalk bleeding from a wound in the head. When the police became aware of the cane by the man’s side and his inability to speak, they suspected that this was more than just a drunk tossed out of a saloon.

In fact, the aggrieved customer was Brian Roper, 30-year veteran and retired captain of the Germantown Police Department, who suffered a debilitating stroke in 2007, which left him crippled on his right side and without speech. Roper offered a card to the officers explaining that he suffers from aphasia, a lasting side effect of stroke caused by damage to the part of the brain that controls speech. Roper declined to be taken to a hospital, so the officers took him home.

That might have been the end of it had not someone brought the matter to the attention of WMC-TV Channel 5, which reported the story in its March 25th nightly newscast, when reporter Jason Miles interviewed Roper in his Midtown apartment. My wife and I cried when we saw the report. You see, Brian Roper is a friend of mine.

I have spent half my life in bars and have known some bad-ass bouncers in that time. But I never saw any of them rough up a disabled customer. Negative posts on Facebook and other social media erupted, and Jack Magoo’s issued a statement on its Facebook page, stating, “A recent report by one individual on social media and subsequent local news reports of alleged aggressive behavior toward a disabled customer greatly disturbs us.”

The bruises to Roper’s arms, chest, and head, however, are not “alleged.” The owner said that he was tardy in responding to the matter because he was on sequestered jury duty without telephone accessibility, and his partner did not wish to respond to the news reports until they had time to confer. The owner announced the hiring of an “outside company to conduct interviews of the employees allegedly involved” and said that a statement would have been more forthcoming if not for the collection and examination of video surveillance. “It takes time to review all the video,” the explanation read, “but it is being looked at to ensure the truth is brought forth. And we seek the truth.” The rest of the online proclamation was boilerplate legalese.

According to police reports, Roper took a cab to the Three Angels Diner on Broad Avenue on the night in question to have dinner and watch the Memphis Tigers’ game. According to Roper, he had been served there before without incident. In a happy mood, Roper proceeded to Jack Magoo’s to celebrate the Tigers’ victory. When he got to the bar, according to Roper, his drink order was misunderstood, as were his fruitless protestations to the bartender. Assumed drunk, Roper was ordered to leave the bar. When Roper angrily responded by trying to communicate through his ever-present notepad, three employees allegedly forcibly removed him from the nightspot and threw him to the pavement outside. A follow-up report was made the next day, after Roper’s friend and “interpreter,” local musician Jim Spake, took him to the ER of Methodist North Hospital and called the police again to give a more detailed account of the incident, according to Roper. Officers Reinhardt and Norris took photos of the various scrapes and bruises on Roper’s body before he was moved to the Intensive Care Unit, due to a small brain bleed. He was released from the hospital Sunday morning.

I’ll admit my prejudice in being sympathetic to Brian Roper’s side of things. Our friendship dates back to the early 1990s, when Roper, Spake, and I were all volunteer programmers on WEVL-FM90 and members of the same pub quiz team, which we named “Chest Pains.” Roper’s specialties were sports, military history, and great books, but there wasn’t a single subject on which Brian did not possess some passing knowledge. He was a great wit and known to have a cocktail or three, although I never witnessed any aberrant behavior on his part. What made his stroke even sadder was that it deprived Brian of his ability to express himself. I was present in those early days of his recovery and saw his frustration over knowing what he wanted to say but being incapable of forming the words. Conversations with Brian became a guessing game akin to “you’re getting warmer.” To my shame, because it became uncomfortable for me, I allowed our friendship to slide. Spake, however, stood by his side through good times and bad and knows Brian so well that he can anticipate and “interpret” his speech patterns. Thus, Spake’s insistence that an additional police report was necessary. I spoke with Spake, and he was firm in his defense of Roper. We agreed that even if Brian were knocked-out loaded, that would have been no excuse for throwing him in the street, and even the smallest examination would have revealed his disability.

Where I work, if I ever put my hands on a customer, I would be gone within the hour. That’s because the owners emphasize customer service above all else, and this was made clear before I was employed. No business, bar or otherwise, allows their employees to physically eject a customer from the premises without the tacit approval of management. I was therefore not surprised that despite Jack Magoo’s insistence that the bar “maintains the highest ethical standard,” there was no expression of regret or attempt at apology in its online legal brief — only a promise of an internal investigation, then they’ll get back to us. This delay has created turmoil among those who care about Roper, and a Facebook discussion of a musicians’ boycott has already begun.

If I were advising the owners of Jack Magoo’s, I would tell them that if you wish to salvage the reputation of your establishment you should immediately issue a public apology, announce that the employees who evicted Roper have been terminated, and promise that nothing like this will ever occur again. Then I would quietly offer some restitution to Roper personally to compensate for his injuries and public embarrassment. Brian Roper deserves better, and if Jack Magoo’s doesn’t act properly and soon, he just might get it.

Randy Haspel writes the “Born-Again Hippies” blog, where a version of this column first appeared.

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My Wife Is Going to Eat My Brains

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My New Year’s resolution was to cut cable to the bare minimum, and I did it just in time for the biggest television event of the season. I am not talking about the National Championship game between Notre Dame and Alabama, going on as I write this, with Alabama up 28-0 at half time. I am talking about the new season of “The Walking Dead” on AMC, another casualty of my resolve.

A resolution should hurt to do some good, and this one looks very promising. My wife has not spoken to me in two days. She sets the television to Channel 602, ESPN, just to show the “You are not subscribed to this channel” message. Taunting. This is only a taste of what I am in for if I don’t wimp out by February, assuming we stay married. She and her brother in Mississippi talk about zombies the way football fans talk about Nick Saban and the Crimson Tide. Zombies must be watched in real time, not on tape. They’re zombies. They deserve that.

Part of me thinks I would have been better off resolving to do something fantasy-like, such as running a four-minute (or 10-minute) mile, or wimpy, like losing five pounds. Part of me thinks my wife is going to eat my brains if I do not recant and get right with ATT-U-verse by February and re-up for the 200-channel package. And a tiny part of me thinks, come on, be a man, stay the course for at least a month and see what comes of it. No pain no gain. These are the times that try men’s souls. There are books to be read, friends to visit, places to go, blah blah blah.

Cable, of course, is a huge scam, run by ESPN, which is gobbling up all the major sports events, with another 150 channels of junk — preachers, reruns, foodies, Ultimate Fighting, and screaming commentators thrown in as part of the “bargain.” Screw it, I said, and save $53 a month in the bargain. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

If you cancel a newspaper or magazine subscription, they keep it coming for days, weeks, even months. And then they beseech you to renew your subscription at a lower rate. Not so cable. They cut you off one milli-second after your subscription runs out. I bet if I change my mind I will get a ten-minute phone tree, an operator in Bangalore named Tim, and a special offer to reinstate my old channels package at the special price $20 a month higher than the old price, plus a reconnection fee.

Courage, man, courage. I watched the first half of the football game at Jack Magoo’s sports bar on Broad, had a very good cheeseburger and two Fat Tires, and met an old acquaintance from Meridian, Mississippi who told me a touching story about meeting a Mississippi Miss America 50 years ago at the Neshoba County Fair when he was eight years old and she patted him on the head, and when he ran into her at a Memphis art gallery opening a couple years ago he told her the story and, God bless her, she did not tell him he was crazy but smiled and said “thank you”. You can’t make this stuff up, and you can’t get it on cable.

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Made Good

You know those two guys at the bar always jawing about what they’d do differently if they owned a bar? Well, they made good.

At the New Face for an Old Broad event in November 2010, the Broad Avenue Business Association staged the old Town & Country Locksmith building as a restaurant space in the hopes that someone would see the potential for a real restaurant. Bryan Plunk and Jim Shannon were those someones.

The longtime drinking buddies had been planning to open “their” bar for more than 10 years. When they first hatched the idea, they called Shannon’s brother to share the news and solicit a name. “Jack Magoo’s,” he replied, and that was that.

Plunk thought Midtown needed a sports bar or, rather, his sports bar. “I looked in Cooper-Young and downtown, but after spending some time at Three Angels and the Cove, I thought Broad Avenue was the perfect spot,” Plunk says. “I finally said to Jim that if he was ready, then we should just do it.”

They spent about six months renovating the 100-year-old building and opened last September. Inside, you will find a downstairs bar and an upstairs bar. (Upstairs is known to get a little rowdier.) There are 26 TVs and three more are on the way. Football and basketball are the big draws, but patrons can watch anything they want — from wrestling to softball to the Tour de France. Plunk is excited about the Olympics and plans to provide a lot of coverage.

Magoo’s isn’t limited to sports. There’s live music every night and trivia on Mondays and Thursdays. They also host special events that include bringing in contestants from popular TV shows like Hell’s Kitchen and RuPaul’s Drag Race.

The new patio has seating for 50, an outdoor bar, several TVs, and a stage for live music. Magoo’s also embraces the artistic side of Broad Avenue. Looming over the patio is one-half of a pink Cadillac that was installed by Shawn Young of Kingfish Metalworks. (The other half will soon be installed in the upstairs bar.) The patio will feature a bar inside a converted school bus.

Magoo’s kitchen stays open until 1:30 a.m. The menu features hot wings, tamales, salads, vegetarian dishes, and more. The sliders, known as the Magoobers, are the big sellers. All burgers are hand-formed, the chicken is hand-breaded, and they make their own wing sauces and salad dressings. Other hot menu items include bacon-wrapped shrimp, house-made chili, and Miss Sherry’s tamales. “Miss Sherry used to work at the post office, and I told her if I ever opened my bar, I would sell her tamales,” Plunk says. He plans to expand the menu before football season with more vegetarian options like portobello mushrooms and vegetable kabobs.

General manager Mike Turner is also very proud of the cocktail menu. He says the secret to a good sports bar is good drinks at good prices. To that end, he can make over 3,000 cocktails and will happily create custom shooters based on a customer’s outfit or favorite color. Lately, he’s been experimenting with beer cocktails, which he says are great for summer. “You can slam them without getting hammered,” he explains.

After he perfected his barbecue beer cocktail, a customer challenged him to top himself. He jokingly said that a chicken ramen cocktail would be his next creation. Even though he was kidding, he couldn’t resist creating it. Believe it or not, a PBR, some celery bitters, and celery salt actually taste a lot like chicken broth. “And it’s vegan,” Turner notes.

If he’s on duty, Turner will happily make a “Mikeytail” for whoever asks, but there are also 23 beers on tap and 33 available in the bottle.

As for Plunk and Shannon, they’re still those two guys hanging out at the bar. “Jim and I are here every night,” Plunk says. “It’s our favorite hangout.”

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Barbecurious!

Memphis has long been host to the biggest barbecue act around — balancing gritty kitchen smarts with a sweet disposition and a slow-cooking way of life.

No doubt you’ve seen the main event: pork ribs crusted with salty, spicy rub and doused with sweet, smoky sauce; sandwiches piled high with tender pulled pork, dripping with tangy sauce and creamy slaw.

But there are other attractions in town — some you won’t find in a typical tourist guide or brochure. The fact is, Memphians will barbecue just about anything. Read on for a peek at some of Memphis’ uniquely delicious twists on barbecue basics. From cultural crossovers to barbecue beer — behold, the barbecuriosities!

Korean Barbecue at DWJ Korean Grill and Sushi Bar

Memphis barbecue purists probably won’t allow that what DWJ Korean Grill and Sushi Bar serves is actually barbecue. DWJ’s ‘cue is cooked over a gas flame right at your table — no wood or charcoal involved — and for some sticklers, that’s a deal-breaker. But when it comes to flavor and spice, Korean barbecue, like the best Memphis-style preparations, really delivers.

Barbecue pork bellies — which should really appeal to pig-centric Memphians — come to the table coated in a flavorful red chili sauce and laden with mushrooms and onions. DWJ’s barbecue short ribs are thinly sliced and not nearly as sweet as Korean ribs can be, which is a good thing. Lightly marinated in minced garlic and sesame oil, the ribs are served with plenty of condiments and can be piled onto lettuce leaves with a blob of rice, a schmear of bean paste, some fresh green chili slices, and thinly shaved chunks of garlic and eaten like a wrap. Too much fuss? Just grab your chopsticks and eat them right off the grill. — Chris Davis

DWJ Korean Grill and Sushi Bar, 3750 Hacks Cross, 746-8057

Lamb Riblets at the Rendezvous

This is counterprogramming at its finest. Who on earth would go to the world-famous Rendezvous and order lamb? I would and did. The serving consists of six or seven chunky, two-rib sections coated with Rendezvous dry rub. The lamb meat is much thicker than the Rendezvous’ pork ribs — plump, even — and pulls off the bone easily. It’s got a fine, tender, chewy consistency with a slight, lamb-y aftertaste. I added Rendezvous sauce to the rub and greatly enjoyed these off-the-beaten-path riblets.

The price is $18.75, the same as a full order of pork ribs, and the lamb riblets come with the same sides: slaw, beans, and a roll. I can eat a full order of pork ribs, but I couldn’t finish these — too much meat for one sitting. So, I took some home to enjoy the next day. Verdict: not baaahed at all. — Bruce VanWyngarden

Charlie Vergos’ Rendezvous,

52 South Second, 523-2746

Char-Grilled Oysters at Pearl’s Oyster House

Fishermen scour the rocky coastline and sandy ocean floor to bring these pale, watery creatures to Memphis, so Memphis does what we do best: We barbecue them.

I’m not a great oyster aficionado, but I love the char-grilled oysters at Pearl’s. And what’s not to love? Oysters on the half-shell are sauced with a tangy, barbecuey, chipotle-garlic blend, then sprinkled with shaved Parmesan cheese. The little morsels are then shoved under a charbroiler long enough that the cheese gets browned to a chewy, crispy texture and the sauce is bubbling. A half-dozen, served on a rock-salt platter with a little spinach, also crispy and grilled, will set you back $9.99. But go for a dozen at $19.99. It’s seafood — how bad for you can it be? And these things are delicious. — Bruce VanWyngarden

Pearl’s Oyster House, 299 South Main, 522-9070

Cornish Game Hen at Cozy Corner

For 30 years, Cozy Corner, a tiny barbecue shack on North Parkway just east of Danny Thomas, has done things just a little bit differently from Memphis’ other pig palaces. Take, for instance, the most perfect thing on Cozy Corner’s menu: the barbecued Cornish game hen. So what if Cornish hens aren’t exotic game birds? And who cares if they aren’t always hens? These young chickens are Cozy Corner’s elegant, personal-sized twist on good old-fashioned barbecue chicken.

The Corner’s hens are cooked dry with a tasty spice rub until the skin is a beautiful mahogany color and the rich, smoky flavor goes all the way to the bone. They are served wet, with a thin, sweet-and-sour sauce that can be ordered mild or spicy but which might be more correctly labeled spicy and spicier. At $11 without sides, it may seem a little pricey, but it’s worth every penny. — Chris Davis

Cozy Corner, 745 North Parkway, 527-9158

BBQ Beer at Jack Magoo’s

While beer cocktails may be considered eclectic to the light-beer-drinkin’ masses, they’re not terribly uncommon. The British black and tan — half pale ale, half porter or stout — and the German Radler — half pilsner, half lemonade or soda — started showing up in pubs and biergardens close to a century ago and deserve their place in the world of beer. But the skeptics aren’t completely off the mark, with drinks like Jack Magoo’s BBQ beer out there.

A mix of Bud Light, Bloody Mary mix, Cattleman’s BBQ sauce, and olives garnishing, BBQ beer tastes more like a Bloody Mary than anything else. Its tomato, Worcestershire sauce, and peppery heat mixed with subtle, sweet barbecue notes make for a compelling combination. For those of you who enjoy a good Bloody Mary but are looking for an interesting take on the cocktail, this might be right up your alley — especially at a mere $2. — Andrew Caldwell

Jack Magoo’s Sports Bar and Grill, 2583 Broad, 746-9612

BBQ Tofu Burrito at R.P. Tracks

R.P. Tracks claims its barbecue tofu is “world famous.” And while international prominence might be a stretch, their deep-fried, ‘cue-covered bean curd is at least locally famous. It’s perhaps best known for its starring role in Tracks’ BBQ Tofu Nachos (tofu, black beans, tomatoes, cheese, and sour cream atop a bed of seasoned tortilla chips). But the BBQ Tofu Burrito may actually be the best tofu-to-mouth delivery method. The same toppings from those nachos are stuffed into a massive tortilla wrap (available in a white flour, wheat, sun-dried tomato basil, or spinach tortilla) topped with cheese (optional for vegans) and black olives. It’s a little hefty for lifting, so a fork (and maybe a to-go box) is recommended. Of course, you won’t miss out on those perfectly seasoned chips by skipping out on nachos. They’re served as a side item with Tracks’ signature garlicky tomato salsa. — Bianca Phillips

R.P. Tracks, 3547 Walker, 327-1471

Barbecue Brunswick Stew at the Germantown Commissary

Brunswick stew being served at a barbecue joint may only be considered sideshow in Memphis, the Mid-South, and the Delta. But in many other barbecue capitals in the South, Brunswick stew topped with pulled pork is a staple. Its recipe varies, and where the stew originated is up for debate, with folks from Georgia, Virginia, and North Carolina vying for the honor.

The hearty soup offered at the Germantown Commissary comes chock-a-block full of stewed tomatoes, green beans, corn, and lima beans, and the restaurant’s signature hickory-smoked pulled pork makes a big island in the middle. You can get a bowl for $5.50 — a generous portion that’s a meal — or as a side dish for $2.50. Crumble in some of the slab of cornbread provided to lend some sweetness to the spicy endeavor. — Greg Akers

The Germantown Commissary, 2290 Germantown Road, 754-5540

The Original Barbecue Pizza at Coletta’s

Eating barbecue pizza in the “Elvis Room” at the original Coletta’s on South Parkway is a singular Memphis experience. The “we can turn anything into barbecue” ethos we celebrate in this issue was arguably born in second-generation owner Horest Coletta’s kitchen in the 1950s. The basic concept — a sturdy, medium-crust cheese pizza topped with smoked pork and barbecue sauce — has become fairly common, especially with chicken, and has probably been improved on. But this where it began. And the atmosphere can’t be beat. The wood paneling and checkerboard tablecloths transport you back to the era of the barbecue pizza’s creation, while the Elvis paraphernalia framed along the walls — which includes the front page of The Commercial Appeal from the day after his death and appears as if it’s been unchanged for decades — pays proper tribute to a former regular who may himself have been among the first to savor this quintessentially Memphis creation. — Chris Herrington

Coletta’s, 1063 South Parkway, 948-7652

Barbecue Portobello Sandwich at Central BBQ

In the beginning there was tofu.

Central BBQ, which recently celebrated its 10th anniversary and is on the verge of opening a third location, has well established that barbecue is indeed central with its award-winning ribs, pulled pork sandwiches, and hot wings. From the start, says owner Craig Blondis, they knew they wanted to offer diners a vegetarian option. They tried a barbecue tofu sandwich, but they couldn’t figure out how to keep the tofu from falling apart, so they switched to the heartier Portobello mushroom.

The Portobello is marinated in a mix of olive oil, balsamic vinegar, oregano, thyme, and garlic and then grilled. The sandwich is topped with smoked Gouda, slaw, and the restaurant’s mild barbecue sauce.

Blondis estimates that he sells 30 to 40 of the sandwiches each week. And while he notes that he’s had customers request that the barbecue Portobello sandwich be topped with pork, he says that this one’s for the vegetarians: “It’s for people who don’t eat meat to take part in the experience.” — Susan Ellis

Central BBQ, 2249 Central, 272-9377

BBQ Spaghetti at The Bar-B-Q Shop

If you’re from Memphis, chances are you’re quite familiar with barbecue spaghetti. But outside the Mid-South, this spin on the standard spaghetti side dish is a true novelty. You might think barbecue spaghetti would be a simple concept, merely replacing a traditional Bolognese sauce with barbecue sauce and smoked pork. But, at the BBQ Shop at least, it’s not that simple.

“People think it’s just our sauce and oil,” owner Eric Vernon says, “but it’s not.” Rather, at the Vernon family’s Midtown institution, cooked spaghetti is finished off in a base that’s considerably sweeter than the Shop’s tart sauce and then mixed with an au jus left over from the cooked pork. This infuses the pasta itself with a smoky, sweet flavor entirely unlike the restaurant’s Dancing Pigs sauce, which is added to the top along with a pile of chopped pork. A personal confession: For about three or four bites, I think this is one of the best things ever. But I find it almost too intense for further consumption. It’s perfect for a side. Others have the stamina to make a meal of it. — Chris Herrington

The Bar-B-Q Shop, 1782 Madison, 272-1277

24th Annual ASBEE Kosher BBQ Contest

While the annual Memphis in May barbecue festival was gaining its current international reputation, a parallel local event has also landed a place for itself on the festival map. This one, the annual ASBEE Kosher BBQ Contest, on the sprawling East Memphis grounds of the Anshei Sphard Beth El Emeth Congregation, is held in the fall — at just about that time (October 21st, this year) when fond gustatory memories of the barbecue festival itself may have faded.

Which is to say, the ASBEE event (“the world’s largest,” and maybe the only one of its kind, say the sponsors), while it is genuinely kosher — in that no pork products are served and other dietary restrictions are observed — is open to everyone. As the proprietors put it, “You don’t have to be Jewish or kosher to join us!” 

Competition is usually in three categories, brisket and ribs and beans (yes, beans), with chicken recipes sometimes admitted. Radio legend and longtime Elvis bud George Klein is the emcee, and local celebrities, both Jewish and non-Jewish, serve as judges. A basketball tournament, a pickle-eating contest, and train rides and other frolics for the kiddies complement the eats. Nosh away! — Jackson Baker

1st Annual Cochon Heritage BBQ

When Cochon 555, a sui generis (dare we say, sooey generis?) swine-wine-and-dine event made its first stop in Memphis this year, foodies were beside themselves with joy. So when Cochon founder Brady Lowe announced that the inaugural Cochon Heritage BBQ event would be held in Memphis, we nearly swooned. This Labor Day, chefs, farmers, distillers, wine-makers, and pig-lovers will come together (at a location to be determined) to celebrate the union of heritage pork and whiskey for National Bourbon Month. Tastings, demonstrations, and some good old-fashioned competition will keep festivalgoers entertained while they stuff themselves to the gills with whiskey and pork. Above all, the event is dedicated to bringing heritage breed hogs back into the tradition of barbecue in one of the world’s biggest barbecue cities. — Hannah Sayle

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Stuff Your Face

When asked to describe his new restaurant, Stuffy’s, Marlin Brooks calls it “a good burger joint” and leaves it at that.

But, with a little prodding, he gives up the secret to a good — a really good — burger: flavor profiles.

“To us, flavor profiles are everything,” he explains.

Which is why Stuffy’s offers nine flavors of mayonnaise to top off the burgers: chipotle, lemon cilantro (by far people’s favorite), barbecue, hot wing and blue cheese, steak sauce, Old Bay with lemon and dill, caper and dill, Italian, and horseradish.

“If you taste our mayos individually, they might be a little too over-the-top or a little too subtle,” Brooks says. “But when you put them with the burger and the toppings, it all melds together.”

Stuffy’s doesn’t skimp on the toppings, either. Choose from traditional items like lettuce, tomato, and pickles, as well as grilled onions, banana peppers, jalapenos, grilled mushrooms, pepper bacon, turkey bacon, chili, and coleslaw.

Of course, what really makes Stuffy’s worth visiting is its hamburger patty. Each burger is mixed with secret seasoning, stuffed with American cheese (Brooks hopes to add other cheeses and items to the list soon), and seared to a crisp finish on a flat-top grill.

Making burgers was a part of the Brooks family long before the Stuffy was even a sizzle on its owner’s griddle. Brooks’ wife Paula used to work for Five Guys burgers, a famous chain that recently opened its first location in Memphis. But it wasn’t until their daughter saw a stuffed burger on television that Marlin got an idea for a new business venture.

“We looked to see if they had anything like it here in Memphis, and they didn’t, so we just started processing them. My kids ate a lot of burgers for us to come up with our menu,” he says.

Since Stuffy’s opened on August 9th, Brooks says they’ve received a lot of support from the community, including University of Memphis students coming in for the 85-cent hot wings and families coming in for the chicken tenders and hand-cut french fries.

The fries are handled with particular care, as Brooks insists: “We don’t make a lot of things, but we try to make a few things very well.” The potatoes are cut, blanched to remove starch and make them crispier, fried, brought back to room temperature, fried again for an extra crispy texture, and seasoned.

In addition to burgers, fries, chicken, and wings, the Brookses threw in an homage to their former home in Marlyand: boiled, peel-and-eat shrimp made with lemon, Old Bay, bay leaves, peppercorn, and a homemade seafood stock.

The next step for Stuffy’s involves a milkshake bar — what any burger and fries aficionado would expect — in the space above the restaurant, sometime before next spring.

Stuffy’s is open from 11 a.m. to 9 p.m. Monday through Thursday and 11 a.m. to 10 p.m. on Friday and Saturday.

Stuffy’s, 786 Echles (308-2342)

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Jack Magoo’s owner Bryan Plunk chose the up-and-coming Broad Avenue neighborhood for its connections: the Greenline, bike lanes, and nearby major thoroughfares.

“It’s the new place starting to evolve,” he says, anticipating Broad will be a Midtown destination like Cooper-Young or the reemerging Overton Square.

The menu consists of upscale pub grub, from ahi tuna to sliders and hot wings. For now, Jack Magoo’s is focusing on the dinner and late-night dining scene, but Plunk hopes to expand to lunch, brunch, and perhaps even breakfast in the coming months.

Jack Magoo’s is open 11 a.m. to 3 a.m. on Saturday and Sunday and 3 p.m. to 3 a.m. Monday through Friday.

Jack Magoo’s, 2583 Broad (340-3000)