Lamb tartare at Bounty on Broad in Memphis, TN

Bounty on Broad: New Memphis Restaurant Alert

Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare. Lamb tartare.

Lamb tartare at Bounty on Broad in Memphis, TN
Lamb tartare at Bounty on Broad in Memphis, TN

That is how many servings of the lamb tartare I could have at the new (and much needed) Bounty on Broad. For reals. No exaggeration. Everyone at my table agreed…and I think at one point we were even fighting over it because we all wanted it for ourselves.

So this place is a home run and they don’t even have their liquor license yet. Everything is served family style (which is why we were all sharing the glorious lamb tartare), which I liked so we could give everything a try. I really liked the brussels sprouts and beef bavette but another clear winner was the duck breast. Holy moly, y’all!

I’ll definitely be coming back here again and again. I can’t wait until their butcher is in place and I can order wine and cocktails. Memphis needed a place like this. It is unbelievably cool. Good job, y’all!

To read more of my reviews, please check out my Yelp page.

Rocking a tan

Spray Tans: My Latest Obsession

There is something about being tan that makes you feel instantly sexy and young. Oh, and thinner. Let’s not forget that addicting feeling! So I’ve been popping over to Esthetiques Skin Spa and Blowout Bar on Brookhaven Circle once a week to get my glow on. For $30 a pop I can get that sun-kissed look (minus the skin cancer). They also let you choose between alcohol-based solution and oil-based. It is a personal preference but I prefer the oil-based. It just meshes better with my skin.

Here are two examples taken a week apart:

Rocking the porcelain thing
Rocking the porcelain thing
Rocking a tan
Rocking a tan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here is my full Yelp review on their services.

Joelle Pittman's First Pitch at the Memphis Redbirds Game

My First Pitch at the Memphis Redbirds Game

Joelle Pittman's First Pitch at the Memphis Redbirds Game
Joelle Pittman’s First Pitch at the Memphis Redbirds Game

Mark it off the bucket list! Perfect strike on my first pitch at the Memphis Redbirds game on Friday, June 27, 2014! :)

Joelle Pittman and Andy Burrell at the Memphis Redbirds Game in Autozone Park
Joelle Pittman and Andy Burrell at the Memphis Redbirds Game in Autozone Park

Here’s a video Andy made for me (and you can watch the pitch!):

I Was Born In The Wrong Era

Joelle Pittman, ©Memphis Bombshells, Photographer: Amanda Hill
Joelle Pittman,
©Memphis Bombshells, Photographer: Amanda Hill

 

Joelle Pittman, ©Memphis Bombshells, Photographer: Amanda Hill
Joelle Pittman,
©Memphis Bombshells, Photographer: Amanda Hill
Joelle Pittman, ©Memphis Bombshells, Photographer: Amanda Hill
Joelle Pittman,
©Memphis Bombshells, Photographer: Amanda Hill
Joelle Pittman, ©Memphis Bombshells, Photographer: Amanda Hill
Joelle Pittman,
©Memphis Bombshells, Photographer: Amanda Hill
Joelle Pittman, ©Memphis Pinups
Joelle Pittman,
©Memphis Pinups
Joelle Pittman, ©Memphis Bombshells, Photographer: Amanda Hill
Joelle Pittman,
©Memphis Bombshells, Photographer: Amanda Hill
Joelle Pittman, ©Memphis Bombshells, Photographer: Amanda Hill
Joelle Pittman,
©Memphis Bombshells, Photographer: Amanda Hill

 

“When I get dressed, I think of it as dress-up time, like the clothes are costume pieces. That’s why I like vintage -it has a story behind it. I’m not afraid of walking down the street in something that people think is crazy. What I can’t stand is looking like everybody else.” – Mary-Kate Olsen

“I once second guessed my instincts and had a stylist come over to my house and help me go through my vintage collection with me, and I remember she picked up a beautiful pair of 1930’s shoes and said “these would look SO cute with jeans” and that was the moment I realised that she knew nothing about me (I don’t even own jeans) and that I was best off staying true to my own personal style rather than let someone else tell me what is right and what is wrong, and putting her own tastes on me.” – Dita Von Teese

 

Death of My (One Pair of) Sweatpants

If you were to bump into me on a random day, chances are I’d be wearing 4 inch stiletto heels, hot pink lipstick…and have really big hair.  Therefore, it is no surprise that I only own one pair of sweat pants.

…But these aren’t just any sweatpants.

They are black Victoria’s Secret sweatpants with “PINK” sprawled across my derierre and a dog on my left hip. Classy, I know.

But I digress. If you see me in sweatpants, there is something going on with me emotionally. And since I only have one pair, this one set of pants has seen me through a lot of difficult times. They were the ones I put on to visit my dad in the hospital. They were on the last time I saw my dad conscious, they were on the last time I saw my dad unconscious, and there they were when I found out he died. Therefore, it makes complete sense that I also wore them that entire summer after his death when I could barely get out of bed.

The only picture of me in this magical pair of sweatpants
The only picture of me in this magical pair of sweatpants

I associate so many memories with these sweatpants. And for me, they remind me of my dad. Whenever I’m sad, I put them on. But given the many, many washes endured over these past two years, they have finally succumbed to holes, ripping and fading…and yet, I can’t bring myself to throw them away.

This bothered me for weeks! The face that I couldn’t throw away a pair of ratty old sweatpants was absolutely ridiculous! …Until it hit me this morning as I slipped into them for the thousandth time…they are my mourning pants.

I won’t pretend to know what the healthiest way to grieve is, but I do know that you should do whatever it is that seems to help. And I think saying goodbye to this silly pair of sweatpants has me saying goodbye to my dad all over again.

And frankly, I don’t want to say goodbye to anything else that ties to him.

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