I should have done this as I went along, but this is what I'm left with

[wwidsith]

Random memories of the honeymoon, in no order:

*Stopping at a tiny railroad town in southern Tennessee and going to a proper old soda fountain, where the waitress thought we were French because we said we lived in Paris

*The Grand Ole Opry on our last night in Nashville - sheer genius. Although I remember the adverts best

*The lush cottage in the

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[muckefuck]

This so totally made my day. One of my coworkers visited Graceland over the holidays and it traumatised him. He brought back a postcard of the billiard room which I, in turn, will use to traumatise monshu.

Oh, and you reminded me of one of my favourite bits from Laurie Anderson's United States:I know this English guy who was driving around in the South. And he stopped for breakfast one morning somewhere in southeast Georgia. He saw “grits” on the menu. He’d never heard of grits so he asked the waitress, “What are grits, anyway?” She said, “Grits are fifty.” He said, “Yes, but what are they?” She said, “They’re extra.” He said, “Yes, I’ll have the grits, please.”

[wwidsith]

Our first morning, Hannah asked the same question - ‘what ARE grits?’ The waitress gazed into the middle distance as though we'd asked her to summarise the concept of happiness, or wave-particle duality. ‘I can't answer that?’ she said eventually, ‘so I'll just go ahead and bring y'all a sample.’ She brought us two, because she couldn't decide whether we should try it with butter or salt and pepper. I had one forkful and that was it.

[herself_nyc]

Did you eat cheese grits? Cheese grits are supposed to be DA BOMB. Though I have to admit that the couple of times I've tried grits, both at The Place and in, oh, Georgia, they eluded me ....

[muckefuck]

Chicago is lousy with cheese grits. They're easier to find up here than plain grits.

[wwidsith]

I did, although my favourite was cheese-and-jalapeño grits...oh man, that was good.