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Today I was feeling adventurous at lunch, so I figured I'd try someplace new--or new for me, in any case. Ten years and three companies ago, one of my coworkers would drive clear from Arkansas to have lunch fairly regularly at a Memphis institution. A Memphis institution known as:

The Gay Hawk. We always looked at him a little strange when he said he'd been to The Gay Hawk for lunch, but we were younger then and easily amused by thoughts of homosexual predator birds. He swore it was fantastic, however. It was nice to see the parking lot full; a sign that my former coworker wasn't completely full of it.
The sign out front advertised a special--tomorrow.

While I've had tripe, and menudo (neither of which I care for), I can't say that I've ever had a chitlin prepared in the traditional manner. This being Friday, I wouldn't have the opportunity to discover whatever pleasures may exist in the humble pig intestine in any case.
One of the things that sets me in a panic trying new places solo is that every place has a slightly different method of transacting business. You sit, they take your order. You order at a counter. Someone shows you to a table. No matter what, I'm bound to get the manners wrong--and the Gay Hawk was no exception, but the lady behind the counter was nice enough to tell me to just go get some food from the buffet. Which I did.

The selection isn't wide. Fried and baked chicken, rib tips cooked in a mostly dry manner (in an oven--not smoked), some sort of fish (I didn't try it), assorted vegetables, corn muffins. All serviceable, but nothing bearing any mark of distinction (although the corn muffins were quite good). I had heard from the paper (I think) that the fried chicken was excellent, and it wasn't bad for lunch buffet fried chicken, but I make it better at home, honestly.
Still, if you're close to downtown Memphis at lunchtime, you could do a lot worse, but I think the extra dollar spent going to Leonard's (either location) on those days when they don't serve ribs would be a dollar well-spent. The peach cobbler was excellent, however.

The Gay Hawk. We always looked at him a little strange when he said he'd been to The Gay Hawk for lunch, but we were younger then and easily amused by thoughts of homosexual predator birds. He swore it was fantastic, however. It was nice to see the parking lot full; a sign that my former coworker wasn't completely full of it.
The sign out front advertised a special--tomorrow.

While I've had tripe, and menudo (neither of which I care for), I can't say that I've ever had a chitlin prepared in the traditional manner. This being Friday, I wouldn't have the opportunity to discover whatever pleasures may exist in the humble pig intestine in any case.
One of the things that sets me in a panic trying new places solo is that every place has a slightly different method of transacting business. You sit, they take your order. You order at a counter. Someone shows you to a table. No matter what, I'm bound to get the manners wrong--and the Gay Hawk was no exception, but the lady behind the counter was nice enough to tell me to just go get some food from the buffet. Which I did.

The selection isn't wide. Fried and baked chicken, rib tips cooked in a mostly dry manner (in an oven--not smoked), some sort of fish (I didn't try it), assorted vegetables, corn muffins. All serviceable, but nothing bearing any mark of distinction (although the corn muffins were quite good). I had heard from the paper (I think) that the fried chicken was excellent, and it wasn't bad for lunch buffet fried chicken, but I make it better at home, honestly.
Still, if you're close to downtown Memphis at lunchtime, you could do a lot worse, but I think the extra dollar spent going to Leonard's (either location) on those days when they don't serve ribs would be a dollar well-spent. The peach cobbler was excellent, however.
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Date: 2008-08-02 04:56 am (UTC)