I spent the last weekend attending wedding celebrations in Memphis, Tenn. The city sells itself as the birthplace of the blues, an honorific to which it has a justifiable claim. The biggest tourist attractions are Graceland (Elvis’ abode), Beale Street (where BB King and other blues musicians played in nightclubs), the Civil Rights Museum at the Lorraine Hotel (where Martin Luther King was assassinated), and the duck march at the Peabody Hotel.

Memphis has another attribute for which it could be famous if it played its cards right: bacon.

Memphians are proud of their pork barbecue, which is excellent but not unparalleled. By contrast, the bacon is the crispiest and most delicious I’ve tasted anywhere. Trust me, I play close attention. Moreover, the rashers are served in bountiful quantities unseen anywhere else on the planet.

I’ve seen Graceland, the Lorraine Hotel and the duck march. Been there, done that. But I’d go back any time for the bacon. — JAB