Southern Fried Road Trip (Part 4)

This next leg of our trip was the most exciting for me.  Ever since I had read 'Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil' back in highschool, I have dreamed of visiting Savannah, GA.  Romantic, ethereal, mysterious, friendly, beautiful Savannah!  A place where you can rely on the kindness of strangers and words flow from peoples mouths as smoothly as silk.  After ten years or so of visiting Savannah in my mind, I was finally going for real!  From the moment I found out, I immediately began practicing my Southern drawl, (which I might add, is pretty terrible) while promising Zac that I wouldn't use my wonderfully charming accent in public.

After fueling up our car and ourselves, we left Atlanta and were headed for Savannah.

When we arrived at our B&B, Park Avenue Manor, I immediately felt giddy.  We were truly staying in an old southern manor.  Decorated from top to bottom just the way I had imagined it would be.  We were greeted by the owner, with Sherry and homemade brownies, that we were told would be available to us 24 hours a day.  Seriously??  If a hankering hit mid night, I could hop out of bed to sip sherry in the salon by the fire?  How much better could this get?!

As dinnertime rolled around, the B&B owner sent us off to a great pub, with a fantastic beer list, called the Crystal Beer Parlor.  We were on a roll eating only brown things, so why stop now?  A hamburger with onion rings and fried shrimp with handmade potato chips and beer it was!  Zac alleges that our server offered roasted veggies as one of the sides for my meal but, to this day, I still think he imagined it. 

As last call was announced, I started to notice that people seemed to transferring their drinks into plastic cups.  Feeling like I was about to ask a pretty stupid question, I shyly asked the bartender if people were actually taking their beer to go.  He answered with a laugh, that they were and that it is legal to walk the streets of Savannah with alcohol in hand, "as long as you are within 50 feet of a pub, and in Savannah, you are always 50 feet from a pub!"  To go cups of beer in hand, Zac and I made our way back to our B&B for a nightcap of Sherry and brownies.

Flowery sundresses and takeout cups of beer.  In my next life, I'm coming back as a Southern Belle.