Trip to Vicksburg was just what I needed
by Elane Jones
Sep 08, 2013 | 2304 views | 0 0 comments | 91 91 recommendations | email to a friend | print
Elane Jones
Elane Jones
Hello everyone. I know it’s been a while since I’ve penned a column, but things have been a little hectic at work and home lately, so a few things have sort of slipped through the cracks.

But in mid August, I got to relax a little when I took a road trip with my youngest son, Cory, to Vicksburg, Miss., for a little fun gambling and ghost hunting.

As you may guess, the gambling part of our trip was a complete bust. It didn’t take us very long to lose all the money we had set aside to spend on that portion of our trip.

But our ghost hunting adventures were totally “out of this world” to say the least.

We stayed in a historic bed and breakfast, the McNutt House, which has been featured on the Discovery Channel several times because of all the paranormal activity that reportedly occurs on the property.

A little girl wearing a blue dress named Maggie and a Confederate soldier named Lt. David Magill have reportedly been seen roaming the grounds from time to time.

On our first night there the members of the Delta Paranormal Project out of Louisiana were at the house actually conducting a paranormal investigation into these reported sightings.

It was very interesting to watch them work. They said they got a few readings here and there around the property during their investigation. So that sort of ramped up our trip a little bit, because we thought we might actually get to see a ghost.

We even took a walking tour of “Haunted Vicksburg” which was conducted by one of the best storytellers I believe I’ve heard in a longtime. Cory and I both agreed we could have listened to him all night long. But the tour only lasted about 90 minutes.

We also visited the Vicksburg Civil War Battlegrounds where we learned all about “The Siege at Vicksburg” which is considered by some to be one of the major turning points in the Civil War.

But we didn’t see or hear a single ghost.

Our way back home we decided to travel up the Natchez Trace Parkway from Clinton, Miss. to Tupelo, Miss., stopping along the way from time to time to see the sights.

We even stopped in Kosciusko, Miss. to say hello to our friend and my former colleague, James Phillips.

But never mind about all that! To me the best thing out of the whole trip was the food we had at a little place called the Council House Cafe in the French Camp Historic District on the Natchez Trace Parkway, between Kosciusko and Tupelo.

James told us they had a BLT (bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich) that was “AWESOME” (his exact words). So we thought, “Why not, we’re hungry. We’ll stop in and give it a try!”

Well folks, I’m here to tell you if it wasn’t so far to drive I would be stopping in that place everyday! That sandwich was out of this world. 

When the waitress first sat the sandwiches down, Cory looked at me and said “that’s an ‘artery clogger’ waiting to happen.” At first we just sat there looking at each other, before we finally decided to take a bite.

Both of us mouthed “oh, my gosh!” at the same time.

It was the best BLT either of us had every put in our mouths!

I just wish I had taken a picture of it so you could get a visual of why we are still raving about that sandwich.

It was so good in fact, we’re even thinking about driving back out there one weekend just so we can try it again.

The sandwich had ten whole slices of bacon on it, crispy leaves of romaine lettuce and two huge slices of tomatoes stuffed between three very large pieces of homemade whole-grain bread slathered in homemade spicy garlic mayonnaise.

Fabulous! That’s all I can say!

Those folks know how to cook. The Council House Cafe is run by the French Camp Academy and it is definitely worth the drive from Jasper to try their food.

While we were sitting there eating I noticed a little note on the place mat that was on the table that stated they sold the recipes for several of the dishes they serve in the cafe in the little gift shop located just across the way from the cafe. . . . well you know what happened next.

Just after we got back home, Cory and I were talking about the trip and we agree, we may have not hit the jackpot while gambling or see any ghost, but we sure struck it rich when we took James’ advice and stopped at that little log cabin nestled just off the roadside on the Natchez Trace Parkway in historic French Camp, Miss.