Accidental LIVE JAZZ experience.....a tale of adventure!
My brother asked me to go see a movie with him.....so we decided last night was the best time for both of us to go. I was on the phone with my son and he happened to be free, so he decided at the last minute to go with us. I picked up my son from his apartment, drove to the other side of town and met my brother....we saw the Ford vs Ferrari movie (it was GREAT!)
As we walked out my brother was telling me about some girl that used to work at a restaurant saying she now worked at a "new" place near where we were. So, we decide we are going to figure out where this is and track her down. My brother flags down one of the boys that came in to clean the theater and asked "whats the newest restaurant around here" and he tells him Seafood King. We punch it in the GPS and we're there in 6 minutes.
Walking up to the door we realize what time it is and we see it is going to close pretty soon......its 9:30 and it closes at 10. Nobody wants to be the people that walk in just before closing and order food....so we decide to find a late night place. I toss out the idea "Buffalo Wild Wings" because it closes later. My brother doesn't want that and tries to think of other places.
Meanwhile.....
We notice there is a place with a number of cars parked in front, BIG blue lighted sign above that says "Perfect Note".
Now it is worth mentioning that my son has been texting his girlfriend non stop since the movie and hasn't really participated in any decisions....just following along as we walk around, getting in and out of vehicles, magically arriving at each destination....not knowing ANYTHING about what is going on...at all.
We don't see anything that says FOOD on this building or sign that this is a restaurant at all.....we just feel like there may be food nearby and my brother and I have zero sense of apprehension between us....so, here we go!
As we are walking up a lady comes out, nice looking black lady with her hair wrapped in a pretty scarf. My brother jokingly says "watch us be the only white people in here" as we step on the walkway toward the door. My brother opens the door and I glance to see the back of this lady's head start to wiggle as if she were laughing.....my left eyebrow goes up as I walk through the door that my brother has held open.
Ohhhhhhh.....the music was blaring....we get to the counter and there are four workers standing there and glancing around.....we ARE the only white people in there. This is when my son puts his phone down and he has this HUGE grin on his face like "what the heck, mom?"
My brother is asking about food. I'm trying to look in toward the crowd so I can get an idea of what is going on.....its DARK. There are tables, but everyone is past the dinner part of the evening and they have pulled their chairs to one side of their tables and they are all watching the live Jazz band on stage. Its explained that they sell tickets to the show and normally the closer seats are a higher price and you have to spend a minimum to be able to attend. I'm halfway listening, trying to figure out if they are still serving food and if I'm about to ruin a live Jazz show by taking my son inside who can't seem to stay off his phone.
We are guided through the room to a table.....this is when I notice that not only are we the only white people in there, but we look like we are dressed to work on the farm. I'm wearing a giant blue sweatshirt with CARHARTT in giant orange letters down one sleeve, jeans and brown boots. The guys are in flannel button up shirts and work pants. EVERYONE else is dressed for the evening.
We make it to the table and see they have a small selection of seafood type meals, crab cakes, shrimp and grits, no alcohol is listed so I think this is not an option.....but really hoped there was something available. We listen to three songs before a waitress comes over saying she had no idea this was her table. We ask if they serve drinks and she says "yes".....long island for me, normal tea for the young man in the center and another long island for my brother please!
We order the food and by this time I'm having my second beverage and starting to sway to the music. The ladies around are holding their hands in the air, like a good sermon is being preached and the men around the room randomly yell out things like "COME ON" and such. I'm a bit looser than I was when I first got there, my son is still grinning from ear to ear and my brother is making friends with the waitress.
The food was good.....my crab cakes were the worst thing of the three things ordered, but they weren't bad....just bland. The band played several songs by Stevie Wonder (no singer) and the keyboardist was front and center. He would say things like "I see there are several FINE young ladies in the room." The waitress said "he can't see a thing". I thought he was wearing sunglasses because of the stage lights, but figured out that he was blind pretty soon after her remark.
My son says "Its nice to see a blind person doing something like this, you don't see that very often." I say...."Well, he sees even fewer of us." My brother totally breaks into a full blown laugh at this time. We finished eating and the band plays their last song. People are getting ready to leave and they bring out the check......it was less than $100. I was shocked.....three decent meals, four drinks and a live band that was very enjoyable in a clean, nice looking establishment. I couldn't have been happier.
So, if you guys get the chance to go.....check it out.
https://www.facebook.com/PerfectNoteLive/videos/450356908919572/
https://www.facebook.com/PerfectNoteLive/?ref=br_rs
As we walked out my brother was telling me about some girl that used to work at a restaurant saying she now worked at a "new" place near where we were. So, we decide we are going to figure out where this is and track her down. My brother flags down one of the boys that came in to clean the theater and asked "whats the newest restaurant around here" and he tells him Seafood King. We punch it in the GPS and we're there in 6 minutes.
Walking up to the door we realize what time it is and we see it is going to close pretty soon......its 9:30 and it closes at 10. Nobody wants to be the people that walk in just before closing and order food....so we decide to find a late night place. I toss out the idea "Buffalo Wild Wings" because it closes later. My brother doesn't want that and tries to think of other places.
Meanwhile.....
We notice there is a place with a number of cars parked in front, BIG blue lighted sign above that says "Perfect Note".
Now it is worth mentioning that my son has been texting his girlfriend non stop since the movie and hasn't really participated in any decisions....just following along as we walk around, getting in and out of vehicles, magically arriving at each destination....not knowing ANYTHING about what is going on...at all.
We don't see anything that says FOOD on this building or sign that this is a restaurant at all.....we just feel like there may be food nearby and my brother and I have zero sense of apprehension between us....so, here we go!
As we are walking up a lady comes out, nice looking black lady with her hair wrapped in a pretty scarf. My brother jokingly says "watch us be the only white people in here" as we step on the walkway toward the door. My brother opens the door and I glance to see the back of this lady's head start to wiggle as if she were laughing.....my left eyebrow goes up as I walk through the door that my brother has held open.
Ohhhhhhh.....the music was blaring....we get to the counter and there are four workers standing there and glancing around.....we ARE the only white people in there. This is when my son puts his phone down and he has this HUGE grin on his face like "what the heck, mom?"
My brother is asking about food. I'm trying to look in toward the crowd so I can get an idea of what is going on.....its DARK. There are tables, but everyone is past the dinner part of the evening and they have pulled their chairs to one side of their tables and they are all watching the live Jazz band on stage. Its explained that they sell tickets to the show and normally the closer seats are a higher price and you have to spend a minimum to be able to attend. I'm halfway listening, trying to figure out if they are still serving food and if I'm about to ruin a live Jazz show by taking my son inside who can't seem to stay off his phone.
We are guided through the room to a table.....this is when I notice that not only are we the only white people in there, but we look like we are dressed to work on the farm. I'm wearing a giant blue sweatshirt with CARHARTT in giant orange letters down one sleeve, jeans and brown boots. The guys are in flannel button up shirts and work pants. EVERYONE else is dressed for the evening.
We make it to the table and see they have a small selection of seafood type meals, crab cakes, shrimp and grits, no alcohol is listed so I think this is not an option.....but really hoped there was something available. We listen to three songs before a waitress comes over saying she had no idea this was her table. We ask if they serve drinks and she says "yes".....long island for me, normal tea for the young man in the center and another long island for my brother please!
We order the food and by this time I'm having my second beverage and starting to sway to the music. The ladies around are holding their hands in the air, like a good sermon is being preached and the men around the room randomly yell out things like "COME ON" and such. I'm a bit looser than I was when I first got there, my son is still grinning from ear to ear and my brother is making friends with the waitress.
The food was good.....my crab cakes were the worst thing of the three things ordered, but they weren't bad....just bland. The band played several songs by Stevie Wonder (no singer) and the keyboardist was front and center. He would say things like "I see there are several FINE young ladies in the room." The waitress said "he can't see a thing". I thought he was wearing sunglasses because of the stage lights, but figured out that he was blind pretty soon after her remark.
My son says "Its nice to see a blind person doing something like this, you don't see that very often." I say...."Well, he sees even fewer of us." My brother totally breaks into a full blown laugh at this time. We finished eating and the band plays their last song. People are getting ready to leave and they bring out the check......it was less than $100. I was shocked.....three decent meals, four drinks and a live band that was very enjoyable in a clean, nice looking establishment. I couldn't have been happier.
So, if you guys get the chance to go.....check it out.
https://www.facebook.com/PerfectNoteLive/videos/450356908919572/
https://www.facebook.com/PerfectNoteLive/?ref=br_rs
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I live vicariously through you, Kasey. 
Sounds like a place, I would enjoy.0 -
KenK/84Bravo wrote:I live vicariously through you, Kasey.
Sounds like a place, I would enjoy.
Come on...we'll go any time you wish!0 -
That?s a great story y?all can re-tell for years. 0 -
If only you still had the hair, right? 0 -
tomh. wrote:If only you still had the hair, right?
EXACTLY what I was thinking. :twisted:0 -
Sounds like great night out. Love live Jazz and with a drink and good meal to go along with... it can't be beat. 0 -
Maalox wrote:Sounds like great night out. Love live Jazz and with a drink and good meal to go along with... it can't be beat.
It was wonderful! I definitely plan on going back.0 -
Locust Fork wrote:Maalox wrote:Sounds like great night out. Love live Jazz and with a drink and good meal to go along with... it can't be beat.
It was wonderful! I definitely plan on going back.
There used to be a place in Johnson City, TN. (May still be there for all I know.) Dark, barn like atmosphere. Called the "Down Home Pickin' Parlor." (1976-1984)
Saw some really good classic artists there. (Doc Watson, etc.) Maybe 10' from the stage, if that.
Good stuff. (At 15-16) I was the "Designated Driver," first few years I was there.0 -
That sounds like a fun adventure.
Me my Dad went to a BBQ joint in South Ga. We opened the door and there were no white people in the place. I was maybe 17 and my Dad says; "Do ya'll Serve white people?" The lady running the place answers; "as long as ya'll gots money" Everyone starts cracking up............
If I remember it was awesome BBQ.0 -
Best kind of places. 0
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