It's been your Pesky Fly's experience that the only thing better than a hot tamale is a hot tamale purchased from the hands of the man or woman who made it in the back of a beat-to-hell hand-painted truck. But when it comes to food, some associations are less fortunate than others. Take, for example, this truck, spotted at the corner of Chelsea and Thomas.
The tamales are delish. Well, after you get the image of tattered athletic supporters out of your head.
(the musical) fans are encouraged to post a "Jingle Bells" parody "in the Memphis
style" to the Broadway show's Facebook wall. Posters who receive the most "likes" win the honor of having their lyrics sung by a cast member. Here's the first winning submission: "Huey hears the songs of the colored folks in town/ that's not where he belongs, but that won't bring him down/ He plays Felicia's tune on the radio and then it climbs the charts/ and very soon black rock-and-roll is in!/ Oh Tennessee, Tennessee, Memphis Tennessee/ Some may say they love New York, but Memphis lives in me. Hockadoo!"
Speaking of unfortunate associations, travesty follows tragedy thanks to this unfortunate pairing of visual interest and on-screen text.