My first dinner in Indianola was at the Pea Soup restaurant. I had no clue what to expect on the menu but it got decent reviews on TripAdvisor and the woman at the reception desk at the hotel recommended it also so off I went. What a pleasant surprise…I am a New England girl so I love almost all things seafood but as you get away from New England what is offered for seafood is so far from my norm I get a little nervous about trying what I don’t know….I almost always do try because why travel if you are not willing to explore every option? But the pleasant surprise was…my order was anything I could get walking into a seafood restaurant in any of my favorite beach towns in the northeast! I am a sucker for shrimp cooked in a variety of ways…and french fries (diet has changed since this trip….I haven’t had a french fry in over 7 mos!) and some cole slaw. The food was so good. Would you have expected to get fried shrimp in a place called Pea Soup?
Ok….the sole reason for coming to Indianola is the BB King Museum. It was not my first stop of the day, in fact I got there about 90 minutes before closing so the woman at the desk asked me if I was sure I wanted to go through today. I opted to go through because the price to enter was not so high that I couldn’t afford to go again…$12 for me…$15 for you younger adults. 🙂 Because it was my sole purpose for coming, I am posting it first. I was not aware that he was buried here and at the end of my visit I paid my respects at his grave. Except for a few images that did not get posted due to an error I did not edit the number of images I posted…its his life…how do I decide which part of his life should not be posted? I couldn’t so you get them all!
I had taken a video…posted below. It is still converting as I type so let’s see if you will be able to enjoy it. It is a video you can watch when you enter the museum.
I did not go there…it wasn’t open…but across the street from the museum was the Blue Biscuit Restaurant…cute looking place!
I am posting in order of how cool I thought things on my list were and BB was #1. Next up is The Crossroads. Did you see the movie? It is a coming of age movie inspired by the legend of blues musician Robert Johnson. An excellent movie. I checked just now to see if it is on Netflix, Hulu or Prime and all I could find was the Britney Spears movie which apparently had the same name…but definitely not the same quality of movie! Anyway…I went in search of The Crossroads which is in Clarksdale, MS. It was not what I expected but I felt accomplished that I found it and could cross it off my bucket list. This is located at a crazy intersection in Clarksdale. I got a shot or two when I had the red light at the 4-way intersection. Once the light changed, I pulled into the parking lot of a store on the opposite corner and got the rest.
The final of the 3 spots on my list is humorous…Leland, MS, birthplace of Kermit the Frog Museum. Sadly, it was closed but that can’t stop you from taking pictures! Close to that was Deer Creek which runs behind the museum. A very nice but muddy little creek. Mr Potato Head insisted
It is time to drive to my destination for the night…the Hampton Inn in Vicksburg, MS. A few stops along the way from Indianola to Vicksburg though sometimes I did not get out of the car…I just put the window down and took my shot. Heck, I think a few times I just took the shot out the window. It was a long day and I was trying to save some energy. 🙂 I don’t know if they were late harvesting the cotton or if it all was being left in the field but some of it was blowing down the road with the cars.
I checked into the Hampton Inn (who doesn’t love free microwave popcorn, soda & a Nutrigrain bar?) and found myself a restaurant for dinner, The Beechwood Restaurant…Vicksburg! Dinner complete and…sunset!
It is a very busy day tomorrow and I end up taking the day after as a down day before heading to Tupelo but I am getting ahead of myself. I hope you can come back to enjoy the road trip!
“Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” – Ibn Battuta