As a longtime fan of Fat Possum Records, I never thought I’d see the day when I’d find myself in their hometown of Oxford, Mississippi. It also happens to be the hometown of John T. Edge, who penned a great book about burgers I suggest you read if you haven’t, Hamburgers & Fries: An American Story.
We were in Holly Springs and just done having a burger at Phillips Grocery when we made the drive over to Oxford. It was only a good 30 to 35 minutes away. I was adamant we stop at an independent record store to check out what they had.
The End of All Music Store
We end up at The End of All Music (103A Courthouse Square), which coincidentally functions as a home base for Fat Possum Records. This shop is about 90% vinyl records with CDs making up a small area on the wall near the register.
I was geeking out at all the great posters I spot as I’m walking around. I control my emotions long enough to look through their vast selection and buy a couple of LPs that I don’t own. It was then that David Swider (turns out he is the owner), who was working the counter, brought up the Lamar Lounge. It was right down the street, which meant it would be our next stop.
End of All Music Store Pictures
Great Blues Posters
I would visit The End of All Music a couple of times on different road trips. Since then, they have moved to a new location.
The Lamar Lounge
I first found out about The Lamar Lounge (
1309 N Lamar Boulevard) on the Burger Land episode entitled Old Miss Burgers. Once George Motz mentioned that one of the owners of Fat Possum Records owns the Lamar Lounge, it went on my list.
I’m mesmerized by a couple of framed wall posters we walk past on our way to a table facing the stage. I ask about the local brewery, Oxford Brewing Company. Their Sorority Blonde Ale hit the spot, and I was still enamored with just the thought of just being here in Oxford. No shock here, I order the Lamar Burger with pimento cheese.
The Lamar Burger had a mighty fine crust on the burger, and that pimento cheese was the right choice for this. It’s something I would call a real beefy burger. I also have a feeling that chili would have been another great addition to this fella, but now all I can do is reminisce about it.
The seasoned hand-cut fries made me stay away from the red sauce and enjoy these great fried potatoes. I ate at the Lamar Lounge twice over two road trips, and sadly, I never caught a local Blues artist live on the stage.