Spicyland in Savannah – Part 2Posted: November 26, 2013
WHY do vacations have to end??
I suppose….so you can go home to the real world, rest up, save up, and get ready for the next one.
But still. The last day is always pretty much a big bummer.
Day three in Savannah: we returned to City Market and chose the inviting patio at Belford’s for lunch.
DT ordered the shrimp Po’ Boy – enormous, as you can see.
Guess what I had?!
My opportunities for legitimate, southern fried green tomatoes were winding down – oh no!
Belford’s FGTs had a crispy batter coating and a splash of pesto to top each one. The pimento cheese dip was okay – I think I would have rather had an aioli to accompany, but no matter. I really couldn’t complain.
We headed down to East River Street after lunch to explore.
A cobblestone street, lined with retail and restaurants, and spanning many blocks. And the Savannah River to your left (or right).
The giant pumpkin in the window of Savannah’s Candy Kitchen….
Now that was a fun (and sweet-smelling) shop to spin through!
Those stairs again! Watch thyself!
We ducked into Tubby’s just as some rain was moving in.
We grew roots at Tubby’s for a while but then continued on our way. Next stop was River House – we sat at a table right outside the door so we could watch everyone walking by.
DT gave the Chatham Artillery Punch a whirl (and had one to-go, weeeeee) – pretty potent, as you might imagine.
It wasn’t necessarily that I was hungry at the moment, I just needed one last FGT fix.
These were so gosh darn good, I only wish there had been more. The pesto aioli was what I was missing at Belford’s. Mmm.
After our time on East Bay, we took a long, long walk all over.
I mentioned before about the beautiful architecture we saw in both Charleston and Savannah. For example….
The dreary, overcast evening was the perfect backdrop to scenery like this.
And a stroll through Colonial Park Cemetery.
I just don’t have a lot of words, other than WOW.
When I imagined the iconic South, this pretty much sums up the visions in my head….
In a word, dreamy.
Oh, Savannah….you stole our hearts. We’ll be back again, but it won’t be soon enough!*