As we were planning out what we wanted to do while we were in Savannah, there was one thing at the top of my list, and that was to eat at Mrs. Wilkes Dining Room. They serve Southern food so delicious, there is a line everyday that forms around the block and takes about an hour to wait through. Everyone that knows Savannah, both visitors and locals alike, know the amazingness of this place. You sit down with strangers at a table for 10, where twenty-some-odd dishes are there waiting for you to share, family style. Geoff and I were super excited to go. We ate a very tiny breakfast at the hotel, and after getting ready and giving Bear a nap, we headed out to Mrs. Wilkes. It was about a mile to walk there and it was pouring rain, but we didn’t mind because we were so excited about the upcoming meal. We had a good walk to Jones street and finally got to the block where the restaurant resides. There was no line. Uh oh, I thought. Sure enough, when we approached the door, there was a sign posted:
We were both CRUSHED. So we decided to instead go to the next best restaurant for southern cooking, The Lady & Sons, owned by Paula Deen. A little more touristy, but still supposedly good. It was all the way back the same way we’d just come, actually only a block or two from our hotel. So we walked the mile back, in the rain that was starting to come down harder. We walked up to the door and saw this:
Funny thing is that it was open last night, but we decided not to go, since we’d be eating at Mrs. Wilkes today. There was another good lunch spot I’d hear of (not Southern like I really wanted, but unique — African sandwiches). So I looked up Zunzi’s on in the map app. There were two locations of Zunzi’s about equal distance from us each about a half mile walk. I chose the one that was slightly closer, Zunzi 2. When we came around the corner to see this, I nearly cried:
At this point Geoff was getting really frustrated and super hungry, and we were both tired. I’m sure it didn’t help that it was raining even harder now. I neglected to see that Zunzi’s was closed on Mondays, even though it said right there in the map app. We took off again, soaking wet, very unhappy, and hungry, to the other Zunzi’s.
Looking forward to sitting down to lunch, we discovered that this is really just a takeaway place, with an interior so small that I couldn’t even fit inside with the stroller, so Bear and I waited outside while Geoff ordered our food.
We took the food back to our hotel and ate.
The food was good, but it was not happy times though. We were frustrated at each other about the situation. It also didn’t help that Bear was being very demanding the past couple days, not his normal easygoing self at ALL. We were exhausted. Words were said, feelings were hurt. I wanted to post our food hunting “adventure” story earlier on, but by that point I really didn’t want to because the memory became tainted in my mind. I thought to myself, why would I want to remember this? Then I recalled something I learned about memory from a podcast that I’d recently listened to. It was a little fact about how the last part of something that happens to us can set the entire tone of how you remember something. I felt like that is what happened and the story was over.
But it wasn’t.
We finally (begrudgingly) left the hotel room again, to go to one of the art museums. We were still pretty sour but we went anyway. Things started looking up. The rain stopped. Geoff got coffee. We walked through beautiful squares.
I took photos of fun things I found.
We took advantage of Savannah’s allowance of alcoholic beverage drinking in the street. (BTW Sweet Tea cocktails are awesome)
We saw a bunch of awesome art. Bear napped in the stroller the entire time (thank goodness!)
We saw about a million beautiful homes and buildings.
We took a walk in the park. We even walked about a mile out of the way to try and find (the world’s best) mint juleps, only to discover it was even further than we thought, by a long shot. But by then, it just wasn’t a big deal. We were happy and having a great time. Even Bear was being great.
We watched a truly beautiful sunset from beneath a canopy of Spanish moss.
We walked leisurely through Savannah at night, enjoying the eerie mistiness.
And the street lights.
And the riverfront.
And to finish the night off, we did end up finding a couple of mint juleps for the walk home.
I really feel like I can say it was such a nice day. Things started off fine, then got pretty bad, but because we eventually shook it off and had a great time in the end, and that is how I will remember it. Cheers to Savannah, you are a beautiful city, and I’d love to return again someday (this time for a whole tummy full of Mrs. Wilkes cooking!)