We left bright and early on Friday morning and had a blast chatting and laughing all the way to Georgia. I didn't grow up with sisters, and I'm so thankful I lucked out with such awesome ones when I married Chad. We always joke, because Meredith (Chad's sister) was the only girl in their family, I am the only girl in my family, and Lauren (Tyler's wife) was the only girl in her family. It was meant to be. We threaten Cameron all the time to be sure to find a wife who has no sisters of her own, so her loyalty to them won't supersede her loyalty to us.
When we arrived in Savannah, we checked into our hotel and then headed to Vic's on the River, one of the top restaurants in the city. We scored a great table looking over the river and had a gluttonous meal. Our waiter had a red handle-bar mustache and looked like he was going to break out into song at any minute. I still can't believe, given our track record from last year's cruise, that we didn't take any photos of the food this trip, because so much of it was GORGEOUS. Seriously. It was so yummy. We left completely stuffed, wondering how we would manage to eat another gourmet meal a mere five hours later. We managed.
Maybe it's because we worked off some calories at the local TJ Maxx and Ross, which happen to be some of our favorite bargain hunting stops.
That night, we headed to The Olde Pink House for dinner, which I was super excited about, since it's where Chad and I splurged on our anniversary dinner almost six years ago. I still remembered how divine the cuisine was after all these years, and let me tell you, it did NOT disappoint. Best of all, this time, I didn't have to worry about post-dinner tummy expansion, since I went in with a huge belly full of Everett. It's one of the perks of being pregnant: you don't have to worry about looking pregnant when you leave, because you ARE pregnant.
We ate at fabulous places the entire weekend, but The Olde Pink House was by FAR my favorite, even though our waiter was pretty much out to lunch most of the time and was a real dud. The rest of the staff was super attentive, though, and even if they hadn't been the food was spectacular. The pork tenderloin made me think I'd died and gone to Heaven.
The next day we started off bright and early to tour the city via a trolley car. We had a great time admiring all of the beauty the city has to offer.
Of course, a trolley ride through Savannah wouldn't be complete without stops for, you guessed it, FOOD!
We stopped in to see Paula Deen . . . well, her cardboard cutout, at The Lady and Sons and grabbed lunch while we were there.
Our waiter had some explaining to do when he told us the soup of the day. Joy was not pleased with Paula's selection and made sure she told him so by exclaiming, "That sounds disgusting!" And honestly, it did sound terrible. And, the waiter admitted he'd NEVER tried it. Dead. Give. Away. Then, to butter him up afterwards, she made sure he knew how excited we all were that Bobby was finally engaged! Paula's restaurant is probably paradise for some "hoity, toity Yankee" who never gets good Southern food. To me, it was good, but not much different from Sunday dinner at Joy's house. Although, the cheddar biscuits were fabulous, and I may have stashed one in my purse to save for later on the way out. I do think it's worth eating there, especially if you have a special place in your heart for the butter queen, and I do. There's a darling cute store attached to the restaurant where you can purchase all things Paula.
My favorite food stop of the day, and the reason we eventually cancelled our dinner reservation, was Leopold's Ice Cream, which is one of the top ice cream parlors in the United States. They make all of their ice cream right on site, and when you taste it you know it.
We were a bit put off at first when we saw the line stretching down the block just to get in. Johnny Rocket, the most recent trainee, assured us that 1) it was worth the wait and 2) the wait wouldn't be longer than 20 minutes. Also, Mr. Rocket, promised us a chilled glass of water to arrive shortly for those waiting in line.
Well, Mr. Rocket only delivered on number 1. We never saw him again, but that may have something to do with Joy's threat that, "We will find you," if we had to wait longer than the aforementioned time.
Also, apparently, Savannah is Mecca for Girls Scouts, since the founder started the Girl Scouting program in Savannah a bazillion years ago. Well, some troop (that'd be a lot more than one) decided to try to weasel their skinny, pre-pubescent heinies in front of us in line, to which I may have vocalized, "Um, we love your thin mints, but you still need to get to the back of the line." Because Baby Everett was not about to wait five more minutes for his ice cream cone.
We each got a double scoop and my coconut and strawberry rivaled the gelato in Italy. And that's saying something. You can read my tribute to Italian ice cream here.
Another fun part of being in Savannah was getting to tour some of the historic homes. We toured two: The Andrew Low House and The Davenport House.
We even managed to catch brunch one day at 700 Drayton, which is part of the Forsyth Mansion. The atmosphere there was so beautiful.
It really was such an amazing trip. A huge thanks goes to Joy for treating us to such a special weekend, her and my sisters for being such fabulous company, and to the husbands for toughing it out at home alone, so we could have a much needed break.
I can't wait for next year's trip . . . . although, it will probably be several years down the road with new babies on the way, before we're able to do it again. That made this trip even more priceless.