A friend is outrunning the hurricane with her cat and her lizard, while her husband is off gallivanting around Ireland on a work-related drinking binge. He's from The South, so he knows whiskey. Of which there may be some in Ireland. She's from the South too (as you would guess from my mention of a hurricane, because we don't have those here), so in her haste to depart she probably put a case of Bourbon in the trunk next to the pressed Virginias, before speeding off to Savannah with the feline and the reptile.
And the precious briar pipe collection.
His and hers.
So. Pets. Liquor. Smoking equipment. Stash of tobacco.
Sounds like the road trip of a lifetime.
125 mile an hour winds.
Comparatively speaking, my life sounds normal, almost placid. The worst that could happen here in San Francisco is a homeless person crapping in my neighbor's garage entryway. And then objecting to the smell of my smoking, because tobacco triggers him, it's so much worse than whatever else has happened in his life.
It's a question of priorities. I very much appreciate my neighbors hosing down the garage portal and driveway regularly, primarily because the water drains downhill toward the bus stop. I live uphill. And we have steps.
She's in Savannah right now. Where she hastily left from currently has a temperature of eighty five degrees Fahrenheit, and looks to be perfectly beastly for the next five days. Savannah is only slightly warmer, has a lovely Gothic cemetery, great food, and, crucially, no flood warning.
We are a balmy twenty degrees cooler. It's probably going to be great for the next week. No flood warnings on my block, no hurricanes ever. Perfect, in fact, for taking a dump on the sidewalk. If anyone felt so inclined.
Which, I'm sure, someone will.
Our cemeteries are NOT charming. We have street people and dogs.
And we object to tobacco, and me smoking it.
We are triggered!
Anyhow, while her husband is in Dublin enjoying the exquisite cuisine and bevandi of Ireland, and whooping it up with folks who talk like muppets,
I would advise Mary to explore what Savannah has to offer.
There are some mighty fine eats there.
A.LURE
309 W Congress Street
Savannah, GA 31401
(912) 233-2111
High level soul food. Everything with bacon. Also risotto. Cocktails.
ATLANTIC
102 East Victory Drive
Savannah, GA 31405
(912) 417-8887
Cocktails.
B’S CRACKLIN' BBQ
12409 White Bluff Road
Savannah, GA 31419
(912) 330-6921
Hog.
COTTON & RYE
1801 Habersham Street
Savannah, GA 31401
(912) 777-6286
American food.
ELIZABETH ON 37TH
105 East 37th. Street
Savannah, GA 31401
(912) 236-5547
Georgia food.
FIVE OAKS TAPROOM
201 W Bay Street
Savannah, GA 31401
(912) 236-4440
Beer, hoppin' John, buttermilk fried chicken biscuits, sandwiches.
SWEET SPICE RESTAURANT
5515 Waters Avenue
Savannah, GA 31404
(912) 335-8146
Jamaican. Oxtails, curried goat.
THE PUBLIC KITCHEN & BAR
1 West Liberty Street
Savannah, GA 31401
(912) 200-4045
Burgers, po’ boys, beer.
THE OLDE PINK HOUSE
23 Abercorn Street
Savannah, GA 31401
(912) 232-4286
The best Southern food in Savannah. Full bar.
THE RAIL PUB
2410, 405 W Congress Street
Savannah, GA 31401
(912) 238-1311
Colourful dive. Drinks, drunks, and, Saints preserve us, karaoke!
Pig's feet, pickles, and "Free Fried Chicken Fridays".
THE WYLD
2740 Livingston Avenue
Savannah, GA 31406
(912) 352-3133
Crispy fish.
ZUNZI'S
108 E York Street
Savannah, GA 31401
(912) 443-9555
South African Cuisine. Boere wors in a roll.
It is unlikely that anyone goes to Savannah for dim sum or Thai food.
Much more research is needed.
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