As I already mentioned, our trip to Tennessee was very short. We drove down on Friday, attended wedding festivities (the whole reason for the trip in the first place) all afternoon on Saturday, and departed for home Sunday morning so D could be back at work on Monday. I would’ve liked to explore the city a little more to see what Memphis had to offer. Or perhaps check out Graceland, the birthplace of Elvis. But there simply wasn’t time for that. Although we were only in Memphis for a little over 24 hours, we were still able to fit one thing in before the wedding- eat breakfast.
Of course there was always the option of dining in the hotel lobby. But we didn’t want to let our only chance to experience Memphis go to waste by eating a complimentary breakfast of mediocre eggs and cold cereal. We asked D’s friend for suggestions of where to go and he mentioned Blue Plate Café. We were in luck because there was one located on Poplar Ave, right down the street from our hotel.
Blue Plate Café was a quaint restaurant located in a small bright yellow house. In my opinion, the shade of yellow was a little dramatic. I would have toned it down a slightly but the color definitely helped the place stand out. The inside of the restaurant, however, was very charming. It reminded me somewhat of Abigail’s Cafe from When Calls the Heart (love that show!) which made the atmosphere even more enjoyable.
I loved the theme of the restaurant. The wooden tables were decked with blue and white checked table cloths and vases of flowers. Photos adorning the walls went even further to create a feeling of sitting in your home sharing a normal meal with a friend. Even the menus fit the theme- they were in the form of newspapers. I loved that there was a kids’ menu with activities and crayons to color with. It made it so much easier to keep Ladybug, who loves coloring, entertained without having to bring a diaper bag full of toys.
After debating whether I should have a true southern breakfast and order the biscuits and gravy, I ultimately decided that my sweet tooth far outweighed my desire to try something new. I ordered strawberry cream pancakes instead. When my breakfast arrived, it looked amazing and I had high hopes for the taste of it. Although good, it didn’t stand out as the best breakfast I’d ever eaten. The pancakes were a little dense and I had to drizzle more syrup on them after every few bites (I’m sure the people at the table next to us thought I was some crazy syrup-obsessed weirdo). Maybe I’m just spoiled because of our favorite local breakfast place which makes the best pancakes I’ve ever tasted.
But what it lacked in flavor, it more than made up for in the service. The people of Blue Plate Café definitely showed us some good old southern hospitality. Everyone was so nice and welcoming- especially to Buddy. When he wasn’t scarfing down his food or banging on the table for more, he was looking around and catching the eyes of the people around him. I was a little worried about the amount of noise he was making but no one seemed to mind. In fact, many got a kick out of it- including the waitresses. Every time a waitress would come by, she would gush over him and pinch or kiss his cheeks (he does have very luscious cheeks) and he would smile that dimpled smile of his like he was loving all the attention.
The food was good- but not amazing. However, I would go again just for the atmosphere. Blue Plate Cafe was homey, inviting, and fun. Definitely a family friendly place.
Have you ever tried Blue Plate Café? What did you think?
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