1. Don’t call it a jail. It’s 201.
Almost everyone and everything in Memphis has a nickname. So, why should the Shelby County Jail be any different? It has and always will be “201.” There’s just something about a place simply known by its street number that lets you know “ish” gets real inside its walls.
2. A barbecue sandwich just ain’t a sandwich without a slathering of slaw.
Coleslaw on the side? Please. A good Memphis barbecue sammich ain’t a real sammich without pulled pork nestled ever-so-lovingly under a generous helping of mustard coleslaw. That’s some good eating right there — especially when you add baked beans from Payne’s or nachos from Central BBQ. This is the stuff dreams are made of. The sheer deliciousness of it will make you want to get up and slap yo’ mama and her pastor! (But you’ll wind up at 201 if you do.)