Savnannah – II

I’m already behind in my story – but that’s ok, right?  I can always catch up when I get home.

That first night, after we got here, we headed out for dinner.  A windy, cold walk to the river – fortunately only a couple of blocks long.  The restaurant was warm, thank goodness.    We decided to have a drink to celebrate.

Yep, martinis.  Julia’s is the one with the olives – our server, Will, stuffed them with blue cheese himself.  Mine has expresso and a little chocolate and a dash of carmel in it.  It was lovely.

I had to take this picture about 10 times – I kept accidentally doing a video instead.  Very annoying. 

Here’s a not-very-good picture of Will, who took really good care of us:

As you can see, it was a dark, elegant restaurant.  He’s doing a Ceasar salad tableside, always a treat.  That got us started reminiscing about Willie Bizzle Ceasar salads, which were the best in the world, and then about other restaurant people and places.

Back in our youth, we sampled some great restaurants.  The Brass Rail in Nashville, 1789 in DC, and some fancy restauant that neither of us can remember the name of in Chicago…  And we have great restaurant stories, but I won’t go into that here.  Enough to say, we amused ourselves nicely, while feasting on –

Jumbo scallops with asparagus and goronzola cheese for an appetizer, followed, of course, by the Ceasar salads and then we split:

Shrimp Saute, with mushrooms and capellini pasta and a slightly spicy sauce.  Yum.

With, of course, a glass of white wine – Chardonnay for Julia, Pinot Grigio for me.  Lovely.

After which, we fought the wind all the way back to our room and slept soundly.

We started late yesterday – Tuesday – didn’t get on our trolley bus tour til almost 11:00.  But our timing was good in one way – our first tour guide was Chris, who was knowledgable, which I’m sure all the guides are, but also funny. 

Chris started out with a story about the beautiful bridge to South Carolina we could see from the trolley.  Chris gave us all the facts and figures about it – and that it was named after a governor.  The extra tidbit (in his delightful southern drawl) was that the particular governor had only been in office a short time before he was found to have “sticky fingers.”  He was removed from office shortly after that and – Chris shrugged – “we named a bridge after him.”

Ninety minutes later, we had a good overview of Savannah’s history, and a lot of great stories.  We got off the trolley ready for lunch.

This is where we ate:

It was very fun. 
But I’ve barely even started on yesterday yet, and in 3 minutes, I’ve got to wake Julia up so we can start Round II of Seeing Savannah. Yikes.
More to follow….



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