So we were heading to Memphis and, lo and behold, along the future I-22 corridor between Birmingham and the birthplace of rock 'n roll, lay two burger joints on "the list". The first was Bill's Hamburgers in Amory, MS, just across the Alabama line.
As the sign says, it was founded in 1929. It started as Bob's and became Bill's when it was sold to an employee in the 50s. Inside, it is simple, a long counter and a few tables. They open at 7:30 and start serving burgers then. The burgers are straightforward - mustard, onion, beef and bun. There is no lettuce or tomato available. There also is very little tableware. We ordered at the counter and took a seat at a table. The waitress arrived a few minutes later with two sheets of wax paper, a bag of fries and a bag of onion rings. A minute later she was back with a burger in each plastic-gloved hand. No frills, for sure.
Sadly, the food didn't even approach good. Even the apple pie was bad.
I walked out of the restaurant with two things on my mind: how cool Paul Newman was and a ride to the next burger. *
* (this is a thinly veiled homage to the opening line of one of the favorite novels from my youth. Guesses?
That's so sad but I completely agree with you. I grew up in Amory where Bill's Hamburgers is located and it used to be something great. I have a lot of great memories with my great grandparents and grandparents at this establishment.It changed owners about 6 or so years ago and it went down from there.
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