Nov. 5-Nov. 8—Savannah, Georgia
Next stop –Savannah. Other than hearing about Paula Dean’s
famous restaurant, A Lady and her Sons, and having several former students
attend Savannah College of Art and Design (SCAD), I wasn’t sure what to expect
in visiting Savannah. We chose to stay
at Savannah Oaks Campground, a place we heard of from a “wagon master” of a
caravan tour we met in Williamsburg.
Nothing fancy, but good sites, reasonable rates, and easy access to the
city. Our first night we chose to take a ride to the downtown area and walk the
streets with the dogs to get the lay of the land. We found the riverfront area which was
becoming quite lively on a Friday night.
I needed to use a restroom and walked into a crowded bar where I saw a
chalkboard sign listing their special drinks for the evening. The part that really caught my eye was it
said ORDER ONE TO GO. After using the
facilities, I stopped and asked the bartender about the sign. She said Savannah was one of the last few
cities in the country that allowed patrons to order alcoholic drinks to
go. This news put a smile on my face and
I walked back out to greet Vic and the dogs with their drink of the day: a
Cosmos on the rocks. After joining the
growing number of people on this delightful river walk area, I noticed many of
them had drinks to go as well creating a very
festive atmosphere. The other standout experience
was the fabulous music that seemed to lurk around every corner. We stopped and listened to a first class jazz
saxophonist for a while and then later discovered some Reggae music on the next
block. The best was yet to come with a
full stage set up and a musical do-whop performance going on for free. There were also several arts and craft booths
all along the riverfront. This was not a
special festival of any kind—just an ordinary fall evening in Savannah.
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Savannah riverfront |
On our second day in Savannah, I convinced Vic we just had
to try Paula Dean’s restaurant: The Lady and Sons. We discovered Sunday’s menu
was a buffet (my least favorite), but we decided to go ahead and try it
anyway. We put our name in around 1 p.m.
in the afternoon and expected at least an hour wait. Not so—we were seated upstairs immediately
and before we knew it were eating cheddar biscuits, southern fried chicken, and
all the sides you could imagine. Vic
managed to save room dessert, Georgia peach cobbler (imagine that!). My favorite part of the experience was the
building itself, a two-hundred-year-old building that was a former hardware
store on Congress Street in downtown Savannah. While there, I noticed an
advertisement for Paula Deen’s brother’s restaurant in the low country near
Tybee Island, Uncle Bubba’s Shrimp and Oyster House. I am much more of a seafood fan than a fried
chicken fan, so we decided to try it on our way to Tybee Island the next day. After
leaving Paula Dean’s restaurant, we decided to try a horse-driven carriage tour
around the city. We were impressed with the incredible southern
architecture—plus we learned quite a bit about the city’s historic residents
which includes several ghosts who still inhabit many of the old houses in town.
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The sign for Paula Dean's restaurant |
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Decorative fish downspout on historic building |
On our final day in the Savannah area, we packed up the dogs
and headed to Tybee Island. It turned
out to be a pretty typical understated beach area that looked like it had seen
better days. We were disappointed that
dogs were not allowed on the beaches, so we walked them around the town before
heading to Bubba’s where we were not disappointed with an ice cold Yeungling
and charbroiled oysters cooked on the grill with garlic butter and parmesan
cheese. Great stop.
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