Sweet Savannah!

Having been to Savannah only once when I was about 11, I didn’t know what to expect.  The town of Savannah is a colorful mix of people young and old, both tourists and street performers.

We parked on a cobble stone street right near the golden cathedral.  Walked along a cobblestone street where some historic artifacts remain.  Then headed down to River Street.

  River Street is right on a little river and immersed with little shops and restaurants block after block.

Did I mention I had my Aunt take her first selfie?

We were after some true southern fare so we passed by every Outback Steakhouse and other chain joint until we stopped at The Shrimp Factory.  Turns out they feature local blue crabs, shrimp and some other seafood.

For apps we got fried green tomatoes and blue crab stuffed mushrooms.  Both were incredibly good.  These green tomatoes were thicker cut then I was used to, so they still had a crunch factor and a thick buttermilk batter breading.

I got a local IPA called Sweet Water, which was pretty shitty.  Not real cold and kinda flat.  But Roni got some fancy punch, which wasn’t too sweet but packed a punch.

My lunch was Crab and shrimp in a cheesy mornay sauce with a breadcrumb top and a side of rice and broccoli.  Super rich and buttery, this was easily the most I have eaten in a sitting all week.

After I thought we would pop into a candy store and buy some sweet and chocolate but my aunt said we should go to the nut shop.  Called something Peanut House, this place was lined throughout the store with samples upon samples.  Everything from wasabi and mole to milk and dark chocolate covered.   My favorite was a caramel sea salt peanut, but I knew I had little room to move in my car let alone carry a jar of peanuts so I bought Ken a container and headed off.

My aunt then brought us through the historic district by car.  We drove around each square following Bernard Street that was surround by old fashioned houses all featuring main staircases that brought them up to their front doors about 12 feet off the ground.

We headed back when it got dark and proceeded to check out some of her neighborhood Christmas lights.  Now would be the last chance because the people of Savannah always take them down right after Christmas so they start the new year off on a clean start.

At night we thought we would hit the town.  There is a dueling piano bar and a drag queen show, but we got sucked into Ken’s raspberry margaritas and the rest was history.