My South
Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2005 2:36 pm
Just thought I'd share this with all of you fellow southerners and displaced southerners such as myself...
This was written by Robert St. John, executive chef and owner of the Purple-Parrot Cafe,
Crescent City Grill and Mahogany Bar of Hattiesburg, MS.
Thirty years ago I visited my first cousin in Virginia. While hanging out with his friend, the discussion turned to popular movies of the day. When I offered my two-cents on the authenticity and social relevance of the movie Billy Jack, one of the boys asked, in all seriousness; "Do you guys have
movie theaters down there?" To which I replied, "Yep. We wear shoes too."
Just three years ago, my wife and I were attending a food and wine seminar in Aspen, Colo. We were seated with two couples from Las Vegas. One of the Glitter Gulch gals was amused and downright rude when I described our restaurant as a fine-dining restaurant.
"Mississippi doesn't have fine-dining restaurants!" she insisted and nudged her companion. I fought back the strong desire to mention that she lived in the land that invented the 99-cent breakfast buffet.
I wanted badly to defend my state, my region, and my restaurant with a15-minute soliloquy and public relations rant that would surely change her mind. It was at that precise moment that I was hit with a blinding jolt of enlightenment, and in a moment of complete and absolute clarity it dawned on me --
my South is the best-kept secret in the country.
Why would I try to win this woman over? She might move down here.
I am always amused by Hollywood's interpretation of the South. We arestill, on occasion, depicted
as a collective group of sweaty, stupid,backwards-minded, racist rednecks. The South of movies
and TV, the Hollywood South, is not my South.
THIS IS MY SOUTH...
My South is full of honest, hardworking people.
My South is the birthplace of blues and jazz, and rock n' roll. It has banjo pickers and fiddle
players, but it also has BB King, Muddy Waters, the Allman brothers, Emmylou Harris and Elvis.
My South is hot. My South smells of newly mowed grass.
My South was kick the can, creek swimming, cane-pole fishing and bird hunting.
In my South, football is king, and the Southeastern Conference and theAtlantic Coast Conference
is the kingdom.
My South is home to the most beautiful women on the planet.
In my South, soul food and country cooking are the same thing.
My South is full of cornbread, butter beans, fried chicken, grits and catfish.
In my South, our transistor radios introduced us to the Beatles and the Rolling Stones at the
same time they were introduced to the rest of thecountry.
In my South, grandmothers cook a big lunch every Sunday, so big that we call it dinner
(supper comes later).
In my South, family matters....deeply.
My South is blackberry cobbler, peach ice cream, banana pudding and oatmeal cream pies.
In my South people put peanuts in bottles of Coca-Cola and hot sauce on almost everything.
In my South the tea is iced and almost as sweet as the women.
My South has air-conditioning.
My South is camellias, azaleas, wisteria and hydrangeas.
In my South, the only person that has to sit on the back of the bus is the last person that got on the bus.
In my South, people still say "Yes, ma'am," "No ma'am," "Please" and Thank you"
In my South, we all wear shoes....most of the time.
My South is the best-kept secret in the country.
Please continue to keep the secret....it keeps the idiots away.
This was written by Robert St. John, executive chef and owner of the Purple-Parrot Cafe,
Crescent City Grill and Mahogany Bar of Hattiesburg, MS.
Thirty years ago I visited my first cousin in Virginia. While hanging out with his friend, the discussion turned to popular movies of the day. When I offered my two-cents on the authenticity and social relevance of the movie Billy Jack, one of the boys asked, in all seriousness; "Do you guys have
movie theaters down there?" To which I replied, "Yep. We wear shoes too."
Just three years ago, my wife and I were attending a food and wine seminar in Aspen, Colo. We were seated with two couples from Las Vegas. One of the Glitter Gulch gals was amused and downright rude when I described our restaurant as a fine-dining restaurant.
"Mississippi doesn't have fine-dining restaurants!" she insisted and nudged her companion. I fought back the strong desire to mention that she lived in the land that invented the 99-cent breakfast buffet.
I wanted badly to defend my state, my region, and my restaurant with a15-minute soliloquy and public relations rant that would surely change her mind. It was at that precise moment that I was hit with a blinding jolt of enlightenment, and in a moment of complete and absolute clarity it dawned on me --
my South is the best-kept secret in the country.
Why would I try to win this woman over? She might move down here.
I am always amused by Hollywood's interpretation of the South. We arestill, on occasion, depicted
as a collective group of sweaty, stupid,backwards-minded, racist rednecks. The South of movies
and TV, the Hollywood South, is not my South.
THIS IS MY SOUTH...
My South is full of honest, hardworking people.
My South is the birthplace of blues and jazz, and rock n' roll. It has banjo pickers and fiddle
players, but it also has BB King, Muddy Waters, the Allman brothers, Emmylou Harris and Elvis.
My South is hot. My South smells of newly mowed grass.
My South was kick the can, creek swimming, cane-pole fishing and bird hunting.
In my South, football is king, and the Southeastern Conference and theAtlantic Coast Conference
is the kingdom.
My South is home to the most beautiful women on the planet.
In my South, soul food and country cooking are the same thing.
My South is full of cornbread, butter beans, fried chicken, grits and catfish.
In my South, our transistor radios introduced us to the Beatles and the Rolling Stones at the
same time they were introduced to the rest of thecountry.
In my South, grandmothers cook a big lunch every Sunday, so big that we call it dinner
(supper comes later).
In my South, family matters....deeply.
My South is blackberry cobbler, peach ice cream, banana pudding and oatmeal cream pies.
In my South people put peanuts in bottles of Coca-Cola and hot sauce on almost everything.
In my South the tea is iced and almost as sweet as the women.
My South has air-conditioning.
My South is camellias, azaleas, wisteria and hydrangeas.
In my South, the only person that has to sit on the back of the bus is the last person that got on the bus.
In my South, people still say "Yes, ma'am," "No ma'am," "Please" and Thank you"
In my South, we all wear shoes....most of the time.
My South is the best-kept secret in the country.
Please continue to keep the secret....it keeps the idiots away.
My favorite bumper sticker that adorns cars here is "We really don't care how you did it up north"
