My memories of downtown are firmly rooted in the Mayflower and all the other buildings’ locations are, in my head, in relation to the Mayflower. This is was the go-to place for my family to go out to eat until I was in my teens. Now, a few words about how my family eats:
There are rules to eating, like if we go to a new place I will not allow anyone to order the same thing (you have to try as much of the menu as possible). Each family member has a quirk but all of them pale in comparison to rule #1, my mother’s rule: if shrimp are ordered, they MUST be eaten. This was non-negotiable and established in large part because of how good the shrimp are at Mayflower.
We ate there so much we cultivated usuals. Mine was crab bisque and fried shrimp. We knew all the staff, and more importantly they knew they couldn’t take any of the plates away while they still had shrimp on them. Seriously, I was forced to eat shrimp cold-green-beans style, choking them down so we could pay the check and leave. I went back there because I saw the photos in this book. The usual still tasted as good as I remember. I finished all the shrimp.
Written by Daniel
Jackson: photographs by Ken Murphy is available now for purchase. To order a copy, call Lemuria Books at 601.366.7619 or visit us online at lemuriabooks.com. Please join us in celebrating Jackson on August 5th at 5:00 in Banner Hall!
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